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

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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
(x)
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.