Yea…

“chop chop movie boy” is gonna make me laugh every single time

why do i genuinely feel like this is the most i’ve ever achieved in life? why do i feel so proud? why am about to sing songs about every single person who has contributed to this?

500 likes im sure doesn’t even seem like a lot to yall but my heart is full THANK YOU❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹wishing everyone who sees this a great week and hope everything turns out good for you guys

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Instructions  // Eavan Boland

To write about age you need to take something and break it. (This is an art that has always loved young women. And silent ones.) A branch, perhaps, girlish with blossom. Snapped off. Close to the sap. Then cut through a promised summer. Continue. Cut down to the root. The spring afternoon will come to your door, angry as any mother. Ignore her. Now take syntax. Break that too. What is left is for you and you only: A dead tree. The future. What does not bear fruit. Or thinking of.

House of Shadows. Home of Simile, by Eavan Boland

“Stars rise. Moths flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.”

— Eavan Boland, from This Moment in “In A Time Of Violence”

i’m just a girl who wants to consume media in my warm bed forever

i’m actually tired of falling in love with a new celebrity every few days it feels exhausting like this is a FULL TIME JOB. but who else is gonna research everything about them and watch every video they have ever been in?? but it’s like when is it going to stop😄you know? like aren’t i supposed to have a life or something? am i supposed to be doing something right now?

the way his eyes looked when she threw the towel on the chair like he was distracted by it

UHHHHH help???!

you can’t do this to me and not expect me to fall to my knees and start casting spells that make it so i was of age in 2005 and then meet hayden and then fall in love and travel together and kiss 24 hours a day and then eventually have kids and grow old together.

crying every night because i can’t have him

i want to be a man so FUCKING BAD SOMETIMES like i love being a girl but then i see toned forearms

IF YOU GET IT YOU GET IT. I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO SWITCH BODIES WITH A GUY WHENEVER I WANT. this is painful.

i think about

“your worst mistake is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

and i feel my insides curl up and my body melt into the ground

the urge to run away and live in a cabin in the woods and gather berries and make crumble then after go for a swim in the river is intense rn

i genuinely cannot be in a relationship bcs how could i ever cheat on my fictional men like that?? why would i ever put them all through such heartbreak. i’m in a committed relationship w them please stop