“wow! who taught you to do your makeup like that?”

“wow! who taught you how to make that?”

  “wow! who taught you-”

imloterall laughing so hard

but mom, yodeling is my passion

ur in my living room nd i love you. omg. so much shit giving.

go suck a fucking egg

Something I wrote when I was depressed:

A chemical reaction: It’s a waiting game, really. I wait on it to change something inside this vast array of thoughts. Somewhere inside there, it finally happens, but when it happens, my vast array of thoughts become a vast array of actions. Inspired by one single chemical reaction. It turns my blueprints into spoken word and flips the script full of “stage left”s and “stage right”s into improv. My monologues become dialogue and I speak to someone other than the ones inside my mind. I see the things that I couldn’t see before and stop seeing the things that were never there. I take my foot out of my mouth and put it back on the floor and walk towards the door of opportunities.I write down my thoughts in the form of a beautiful poem. I can breathe any air, whether anger or despair, and still breathe just fine.The air that I’m breathing: no, it’s not just mine. You learn to share when you have a mental health disorder. Whether you share your boyfriend or your thoughts. But darling, you would never want to share the master suite with me. 

My walls talk 

and so does the clock 

and the rug 

and the windows 

and the--

the--

my chemical reaction wore off again.

YOU FUCKING SUCK EGGS

i love you too babe

One of the best Onision moments tbh

Same