Chrissy's Unaverage

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

i want a pet raven

one thing about me is that I'm looking stuff up. you mentioned something and I don't know it? I am pulling out my phone and googling that shit. an actor? theoretical physics? a world leader? a vocabulary word? I am on the wikipedia page as we speak

YOU DON'T NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT TO LOOK HOT THAT'S THE DEVIL TALKING

i’m obsessed with how every single person can be stupid in their own special way and infinitely smart in another. simultaneously

currently running the Sweetie Pie Challenge where i dont hit anyone with a tire iron as hard as i can for seven days

failed

Yeah, it's time to get this post out again

Pets love to show up like Hello i am Mystery Wet :)

you cannot headcanon your way out of overt thematic structures on which the entire narrative is built