I Will No Longer Be Embarrassed I Will No Longer Be A Victim Of Insecurity I Will No Longer Plague My

i can’t get her off my mind (the idea of love)

Literally being a girl feels like nonconsensual performance art

shoutout to me for still not having my driver’s license

the true girlhood experience (fighting the urge to fall to your knees in the middle of a grocery shopping aisle because of a sudden wave of grief that hit you out of nowhere)

just a girl who was only meant to exist to put on lip gloss and read books. yet was tragically forced to do other things

madame, might i get some seratonin? *the maid cafe waitress in my brain ignores me*