my make up looks really good right now but ohhhhhh well goodnight
maybe i’ll download some free something and try it out? i need more original content on mah blawg
i wish i was driving at night and singing fleet foxes songs with the windows down because i don’t want to feel empty inside. and enough nighttime air will fill up those empty pockets in my chest.
just a friendly reminder that right now there are millions of people kissing or having sex and you’re on the computer by yourself in your room
i have this picture that i took of myself when i drew emma stone’s tattoo on my own wrist.
you can see the huge burn mark from last week that looks like self harm and i’m kinda not wearing a shirt (not that you can see anything JEEZ)
i’m hesitant to put it as my sidebar even though i really like it and think it looks cool
why must society be such a bummer sometimes.
my blog mainly consists of:
things that are exhausting:
everything gives me feels. i really like good music and playing frisbee. i have the song for the first dance at my wedding picked out. i really like crying. the internet is my home because it understands me. movies and television make me really happy. being around happy, passionate people is my favorite thing. i call everyone mean names and i very rarely mean it and i should probably stop. social media is my favorite. i like to comment on things and tell people how much i love them.
i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing right now.
surround yourself with good, funny, equally nerdy people. listen to really good music as much as possible. spend time making friends on the internet and discovering just how small the world can be. go hiking and see how insignificant you really are. look at good art and share it with your friends. read good books twice through cover-to-cover. join fandoms. sit in the sun. realize how truly great life can be.
your name in my throat sounds like the creaking of floorboards. and people look at me when i talk about you as if i am going insane. and i am not pretty. and my words get stuck in my fingertips. and i cry at night. and my eyes flash.
there must be something more than unrequited love.