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Sometimes, I like to think that people are the product of their time alive. A conglomeration of experiences. It hurts me to think that way because then I would be nothing more than a photo album full of fear and abuse. Other times I think that maybe there is something innate to a person. Some part of them that can't be taken away. It hurts just as much to think like that. To think that maybe there's some part of me that's locked away, or torn to unrecognizable shreds. Most of the time I think it's both. It hurts, but I live with it.
Words are such a beautiful thing. You take these lines and shapes and form them together, and they create music, stories, people, entire worlds, and universes!
They could mean everything and nothing at all. Every quote I see, I want inked on my body forever. Almost like forcing them to become apart of me indefinitely will allow me to feel the meaning behind the words for the rest of my life. To carry that meaning at all times.
To know the words are there and that they mean something, and by proxy, I must have meaning too. To have something so big and endless fit into something so small- all it takes are the shapes and the imagination of a single person to create the impossible.
How insane is that?
every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that
one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)
and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)
maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk
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just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list
if there’s one thing i love, it’s watching films
and also tits
i let it linger for far too long now it’s time for murder
i get sick one time and suddenly im catholic again
i will forever love you and carry you within, even if from today i’ll only be able to see you in the stars…<3
hi! i know you’re not active often but are you okay?
hi hi hellooo!! yes i think i’m very much alright (although stressed a bit with uni) thank you for the lovely question! although i will spend the next week wondering if i give off not-alright vibes
i treat this website as my little diary that i write in with a pink glitter pen while kicking my feet and twirling my hair
WHY did i decide to listen to mitski before going to my history of italy class what did i expect to happen honestly
how do you talk to a boy without asking him if he hates his father
sent from telephone