the turkey swiss on rye incident
aha, the full post. get back on my blog.
this is like a book
Sleeping under the stars ✨
your mental illness is mean and it’s a liar. You are never as horrible as you think. People love you. You are worthy
The only sign I’ll take directions from
Trees live underground and use the above-ground part as a snorkel.
I fucking guess
My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought
My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die