noodle

milf (myself i’d like to forgive) and dilf (despair i’d like to forget)

god didn't give me a dick because i would read poems & get hard and then everyone would be mean to me

You weren't ugly 10 years ago, you were a kid, or a teenager, or just a human person. 10 years ago cameras weren't that good. We still used CDs. People had flip phones. 10 years ago Instagram wasn't a thing. I hate to say it but every year we spent perfecting our social media presence is not a glow up. A grainy picture of you just existing in the era before curated existence next to a perfectly lit and framed "candid" is not an accurate comparison... Be nicer to your younger self, man. Think about what it's telling the kids.

what U guys need to understand about me is that i think with my clit and also i have a poet’s soul

quick reminder that it’s ok to say that you love reading and that reading is your passion without reading 30+ books in a year. if you connect with books and love the power of the written word, you’re bookish. you don’t need to justify your love of reading.

favourite thing in the world is when the pages of a book go all soft and yellowy and the edges are slightly fuzzy and rounded. these books couldn’t give you a papercut if you tried they’ve been loved too much. they love you too much

I love grandma activities… sleeping early, drinking tea, knitting, buying ugly sweaters and tacky clothing, gardening, feeding all the neighbourhood cats, sewing… Im all abt that!

your email finds me ripped apart by wolves

i hope december feels like a heated blanket and a kiss on the forehead

when people are like "i didn't come here to make friends" i'm like thats sooooo unrelatable. i am always on the look out for some girl friends. I would be in that hunger games cornucopia like "your ex boyfriend did WHAT."

i was going to learn 12 languages, read 250 books and learn 75 new skills this year what happened

“spotify stops tracking today so we can listen to cringe!!” free yourself from this mental prison at once

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

hate that my professors have other students. am i not enough for you babygirl

hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.