[solestella]

[heavenhillgirl]

[inkskinned]

you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.

i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

[egberts]

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

[heavensghost]

Ribs // lorde

[fhawne-deactivated20221006]

autumn look: faux fur coat with nothing but expensive lingerie underneath, glitter boots, dark purple lipstick & the tears of my ex lovers as my cheekbone highlight

[sempiternal-promises]

Since 2026 is the new 2016 here is my first post in 10 years. I’m not so sad anymore

[thesevibesseemfine-deactivated2]

[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

I picked you up when you were at your lowest and you gave me your gratitude but falsely called it love.

Things I wish I was brave enough to say #60

[danger]

[passivites]

[euo]

[capitalletterlyrics]

[love]

[haleyincarnate]

[e-ngram]

[neckkiss]