i actually feel like i’ve fell off the face of the earth, physically
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i actually feel like i’ve fell off the face of the earth, physically
i need a cigarette bad, i got some pressure built up.
i love my bed and i wish i could take it anywhere with me
literally just wanna hop in my car and not stop driving
when thinking isn’t enough so you have to start writing again. five pages. and i’m not even finished. like i am being haunted by something unattainable it feels like.
what’s worse is looking back and having favorite snippets, like i’m reading something else. like what do you mean i wrote, “now i feel worse for giving a part of myself to someone that wasn’t you.” i am actually appalled.
fuck crystals & manifestation i need a gun
needed it yesterday tbh
"What that mouth do?" Go nonverbal.
honestly couldn’t have said it any better myself
don’t know a polite way to tell people who ask, “why don’t you go out more?” BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA
IM BORING! please let me rot in my room in peace, like i’m sorry i’m not super interesting and go out to bars or something.
realized i’ve been sleeping on skirts because why have i waited till now to wear them. it’s probably the best feeling i’ve had all year
nicotine isn't working anymore i think it's time for hard drugs
actually have never seen something more real in my life.
there’s something about when it nears the end of the night that i have to go through internal crises like should i drop out? am i unlovable? am i really meant to be alone for the rest of my life? will i stop dreaming of outfits i’ll never have? feeling nostalgic for where i grew up but would actually rather die than have to be stuck in my hometown again. will i still feel like god hates me even though i haven’t been to a church in years because i can’t bring myself to be in one anymore? am i turning into my mother? was my mother right?
but i usually will just gaslight myself by saying i’m just a girl and that’s that.
a week of midterms down and a break is right around the corner. so i’m pregaming a break the best way i can; which is having a high shower, lay in bed with a03, and Outkast playing.
at looking back at my previous post i might possibly abandon the lovely cricket feet rubbing because i want to actually crunch on a camel menthol crush rn
laying in bed with the fan on, when it’s already cold, with a pile of blankets on, and rubbing your feet together like your a cricket is what probably i look forward to the most
i wake up in the morning, am reminded of the country i’m in everyday, and the i get sad again. (my friend just showed me kanye’s new t-shirt merch)
listening to ethel chain’s perverts in the middle of the night, while also being high, was probably the most terrifying yet beautiful experience i’ve had. i think this is what transcending is supposed to be like