Belly up to the clouds.

Alexandra. 25. The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops.

[peachpitgirlmainblog]

[fate]

via weheartit

[thisisastronomical]

[catchymemes]

[gwennovynne]

who else just wants to fuck off and living in animal crossing. my neighbor is a bird. i sold three pieces of fruit and bought a sofa with the profit. caught butterflies for two straight hours. my debt exists but the debtor literally doesn’t give a single flying fuck. i wanna go drink coffee at a cafe where it’s served to me by a Gentle pigeon. everyone is happy like 99% of the time unless you whack em with a net or something idk

[avveragedad]

[adrenaline]

by Alexey Lickutov

[valtsv]

[starlightandtears]

Me: dont fuckin boss me around!!!!!

Someone I Find Attractive: *tells me what to do in a semi-stern voice*

Me:

[this--isnotanexit]

Same

[danger]

[8-bitstories-deactivated2020062]

[8-bitstories-deactivated2020062]

[compulsive]

[lonelycigs]

[danger]

[bllaxck]

[swordsking-deactivated20210811]

“I feel like scratching my skin off. And a dull torpor shutting me in my own prison of highstrung depression. Is it because I feel a ghost – ?”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry wr. c. May 1960 featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,” (via kehrouac)