i was playing with chords on my ukulele and suddenly i wrote a song lol anyone want to hear it
i think i was kind of inspired by boulevard of broken dreams by greenday but idk

if i look back, i am lost
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cherry valley forever
$LAYYYTER

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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noise dept.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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i was playing with chords on my ukulele and suddenly i wrote a song lol anyone want to hear it
i think i was kind of inspired by boulevard of broken dreams by greenday but idk
I am so thankful that books & reading exist
I want to be 19 again I would do everything right this time
Words from Clarice Lispector in The Hour of the Star
Alright ive seen enough
Someone put a blanket over my cage.
nobody even knows how normal i am on account of my being obviously crazy
youre supposed to not be like this by my age but whatever
they should invent a yourself you can forgive
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ran out of things to run to or away from. what now
what if pmdd is just opening ur fucking eyes to the state of everything and they convince u ur crazy but really this is what the world is
“I felt very sad so I sat down. I felt so sad that I rested my head on my own knees and smoothed my own head. I felt so sad I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way again. I said, I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this anymore. And I went back to lying in bed, just before the doorbell rang.”
— Jamaica Kincaid, from “What Have I Been Doing Lately,” At the Bottom of the River (via lifeinpoetry)
I learn everything the hard way
cherry cornbread cake with honey mascarpone whip
Starry ceiling (2007)
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ruth Tiffany Beuscher, written c. July 1962, from Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956-1963
huh. i am both wound and blade. neat.