how do i send letters to the moon i want to tell her i love her

i dont go on skype anymore. chat with me by screaming as loud as you can into the night sky. i will be listening

i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch

I’m too romantic and unrealistic

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest