peaches

maddie, 35. like daria but with blonde hair.

[halfsoured]

lately

[escuerzoresucitado]

[halfsoured]

do I go back to (basically) my old job for $3 more per hour than I make now (/$5 more per hour than when I had the job before)?? safer but less prestigious? 1 remote day instead of 2 but I’d pretty much be left to my own devices all summer, no city wage tax, insurance is cheaper. but do I want to be a glorified secretary again??

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[halfsoured]

desperately sad, leaving breadcrumbs like you don’t know exactly where to find me 🧢

[sosashawtyy]

Does anyone like me or love me

[halfsoured]

holy shit i am so fucking sad

[halfsoured]

still sad, still don’t wanna live in this universe, still in l*ve but won’t admit it anywhere but here

[halfsoured]

holy shit i am so fucking sad

[iamafatvagina101]

How to beat yourself with a metal pipe tutorial

[traaumatic]

[haverst]

[halfsoured]

In a sick way I feel like, how could I let this happen again? After everything, after all this time, after every Friday night with your octopus arms around me, after missing you, how are you gone again?

Who will crack your back, listen to you talk about outer space and work and sneakers and the burnt peanut, who will play with bean when he bellows, who will show up even when it’s hard (especially when it’s hard), who will touch you like I did, who?

Will all the things I left just sit there? Toothbrush on the sink, shoes by the door, bike rotting in the corner, bottles of sleeping pills on the heater? Will I still exist in there somehow?

I hope I’ve burrowed myself so deep in your brain that I’ll always give you second thoughts. I think I’ve earned that by now

[faustique]

i am disgustingly self aware there's nothing you can tell me that i haven't spent weeks reflecting on

[romancenjoyer]

i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief every day

[mbrainspaz]

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

[nevver]

We’ll leave the light on for you, Nadav Kander

[despazito]

we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids