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[happyheidi]

𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌

[fairycosmos]

im emotional about food , music , human connection , the way the streetlights were orange in 2009. whatever

[nationalsnitch]

currently camping out in the bathroom awaiting my next vom. was puking up even water so i was like fine i wont consume anything. but then started puking up pure bile which is grosser so now im drinking manzana electrolit which is actually very yum and will taste great coming back up

[nationalsnitch]

currently camping out in the bathroom awaiting my next vom. was puking up even water so i was like fine i wont consume anything. but then started puking up pure bile which is grosser so now im drinking manzana electrolit which is actually very yum and will taste great coming back up

[nationalsnitch]

i would like a man to fuck me PLEASE

[nationalsnitch]

i would like a man to fuck me PLEASE

[nationalsnitch]

horny horny horny (i need to do laundry)

[nationalsnitch]

i am so nostalgic for 2018-2019 bedroom pop. it has such a specific sound that was so refreshing at the time but i think got played out during the pandemic. like i just listened to groceries by mallrat damn what a song. so emblematic of its kind but i feel like its still a great song. bedroom pop is def still a thing but its evolved way past the late 2010s and as the relationship between social media and the music industry has changed, its faded in the mainstream (not to mention the importance of live shows/touring for musicians to make $ and the post-pandemic concert craze makes bedroom pop less marketable). but like… clairo, her’s, dayglow… what a time

[nationalsnitch]

texting is hell

[prurientlyy]

Me in my mirror when I’m looking like a snack

[marisatomay]

the sun set before 5pm today moodboard

[nationalsnitch]

generic observation. self-deprecating remark. use a tik tok word of the moment for maximum relatability. hit post.

[irreparableinnocence]

Options for an intelligent young woman in her 20s:

Kill self

Transition

Betray self for nothing

Move to a brand new city and teach self how to die

Be a lesbian

Imagine Sisyphus happy

[nationalsnitch]

mornings are the best part of my day and i dont appreciate them enough because they happen in the morning

[nationalsnitch]

the relationship of a twenty-something teenage girl and the car she spends her lunch breaks in is very special and intimate

[nationalsnitch]

do i smoke more and keep writing or do i go to bed

[self-proclaimed-mad-scientist]

When I was younger I thought the black market was a physical place in the middle of a desert canyon somewhere, and the reason it was called that was because all the stalls used black fabric. I thought that human bones and brains in jars were sold there. I thought you could buy smuggled artifacts and stolen artwork from painters long dead. I thought that you could buy elephant ivory and endangered bird eggs. I thought that you could buy rhinoceros meat and wild chinchilla coats. I thought you could buy pirated copies of movies and hard drives full of government secrets. I kind of wanted to go, but I knew it was a terrible thing to ask. I wouldn’t have bought anything, I would have just liked to look.