I miss being sad and texting Ashley “pedicure?” And things would be okay for like an hour
Being on tumblr feels like living in a house full of women. Every other social media feels like being out in public.
Listened to class of 2013 and wanted to rip my eyes out so I headed back to class and they were doing seminar on if friendship and kindness are the same thing. I wanna bash my head against the walls I wanna yell and scream and cry and rage. I want feel like I’m held
I don’t wanna question affection anymore I’m tired I wanna be happy
I know that to be seen is to be taken in. My delight, this inclination to sweep into your eyesight, beats in me like an extra heart.
Also it sucks to feel like that when I still feel your caress like it’s not your fault but I’m just trying to keep myself ok
Being observant is a pain in the asss 🫠 like bitch just ignore just don’t notice the small details! DAMN
hymnsofheresy
