everything is so scary. thank god for plushies
we're not kids anymore.

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@her-cumfessions
everything is so scary. thank god for plushies
i want to be held a lot and spoken to softly
I donât know how to be sick in front of anyone anymore. I donât know how to vomit into my hands and then ask for you to hold them.
soft launching the hair scarf this week stay tuned
thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)
like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Dvidow-Goodman written c. 1951, featured in The Collected Letters
June 14, wednesday : we ache in secret.
You sleep, I drive
You laugh, I cry
You count, I hide
Youâre done, Iâll try and try and try
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Wonât Touch; âMy partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crowâ
â Time passing isnât an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
When the sun filters through the trees in a magical way
all we have is time ÍĄÍÍâ
what a day. this is really happening. i wonder if Iâll lose my eyelashes.
gift rugs for friends I've slowly made over the past 2 years; they're approximately about 20" x 17"