The Opps Can Never Know How Much I Fundamentally Fuck With Any Kind Of Flavored Milk

mitski is like if a goddess of the hearth went out of business in the 60s and used that as an excuse to disappear of to a tibetan monastery for a good twenty years then worked at a record shop for a year and then had to be a stripper for some time, which really got her down but it led to her to really see the world beyond the rose-colored glasses of the warmth and protection the hearth/home provides. this led her to eventually realize she could start singing and screaming her feelings of lost influence and what the world has done to traditional values, not in a way of hatred, but in a way of contemplation and studying

childhood friends are like open wounds

stabbed in the back november

end of my rope october

i get it when people complain about learning english. like why does ambiguous look like that? why is necessary the way it is?? and dont get me started on definently

deffinently

DEFINITELY

lets have have a sleepover and eat cake and try to light candles without burning our fingers and giggle at stupid things and read our favorite poems to each other and have a pillow fight and roll around and wear each other's pajamas and cuddle on the couch and cover ourselves in blankets and make out like we have all the time in the world~

You know the worst thing about having divorced parents? I can’t put them in a group chat. Like, I send them the SAME THING but oh not in the same chat nooo that’s too weird

we’ve had our fair share of tumblr sexymen on this site, but i think it’s time to usher in a new era 

i love spending my evenings staring at myself in the mirror and repeating "you're not fucking fat, you're not fucking fat" over and over because about three too many people i'm literally related to made offhand comments about my body and my weight and my fucking calorie intake in the span of one day!!

sometimes i wish the gay people in my phone were gay people in my house. where i could give them snacks and blankets and hear the sound of their laughter