[angelwingss111]

[millieismyname]

just saw an ice ad on tumblr?!

you're fucking me

[riacain]

can we stop pretending that being mean is iconic? girl you’re not regina george, i’m tired of getting side-eyed on the street just because my outfits are unusual.

[justonlytalktome-deactivated202]

[millieismyname]

tell me how you perceive me for a kiss on the mouth

[millieismyname]

i have that feeling that i am missing or forgetting something. maybe its the winter or the dark or my old friends but i am sure i have passed by something i desperately needed to finish

i have written and written and done a million pointless tasks and asked everyone if i am going crazy and if they can see straight through me but no one seems to see me

[lovetragic]

[millieismyname]

home from nyc for thanksgiving means driving for a longtime and listening to hometown

@tiredandlonelymuse

[miumiugirl222]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[millieismyname]

how am i supposed to be quiet and mysterious if everyone around me is constantly saying dumb stuff and i can’t help it but to say something

[millieismyname]

some halloween because i had a great time and i was fiona fucking apple which rocks

[millieismyname]

used to be one of the rotten ones and you liked me for that

[millieismyname]

the gardener. 

she crouches on her knees

hands deep in dirt

pulling the rocks from the earth, the weeds from the soil

it’s difficult to get a clean canvas when your medium is dirt

yet, she is determined

hours pass, hands bleed, knees bruise.

almost there 

one more pull, one last deep dig

the tricky thing about gardening is the maintenance 

it’s not just planting and harvest

but trimming, pulling, and watering

the gardener is heavy handed with the scissors

heavy handed with the shovel

heavy handed with the hoe

always too light on the water

all that work

for flowers 

cut too short.

withered from dehydration.

[millieismyname]

silly

@tiredandlonelymuse

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Perhaps it victimizes me to admit that I am expertly betrayed. Easily taken advantage of. I am not a martyr. I am The Devil’s Professional Advocate. I will put myself in your shoes till my flesh melts with the soles. And in these trappings not made for me, my clumsy and stumbling gait walks me into gaping pits of disillusion. Bear traps set in a forest by those who know I will stop to admire the leaves and search for beetles on their backs who need rescuing. I suppose that I owe my survival to a magic trick I learned (earned?) when I was young:

“Leave your body, and go somewhere else.”

I became such a skilled dis-associator that I split in two. Peel myself straight down the middle like the plastic backing of a bandaid. Astral project into a timeline where I haven’t made whatever grave error in character judgement has landed me in my terrible predicament. I have been asked 100 times what the difference is between Halsey and Ashley and I have never answered honestly. The truth is that I built her, as a child, to protect the tender core that lies beneath. In a confusing chain of events, my maladaptive daydream became my full time reality. My armor can walk and talk and they look just like me. But you can’t hurt us anymore,

Because one of us is not real.

[musclepowerplay]

[millieismyname]

smoke break

[millieismyname]

holy fuck i never thought i would see her live

not to mention on album release day