Sometimes I See Someone Existing And I Just Get So Happy That They Do.

thank you and i love you for being safe.

i am one lucky son of a bitch

so who was going to tell me that horses smell blood really well? Or was I just supposed to find that out when stabbed in a field at midnight?

i keep talking and then feeling like i should shut up but it’s too hateful to believe so i talk more until I feel again like i should shut up.

this isn’t angst.

i want to talk in a way that feels harmless

this is a question

awe hey im okay i just died from cramps

how do people manage to do this whole life thing?

all my coffee has dirt in it and the shadows stole my boyfriend

i iust want my starry man back

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

now i wanna just sort of finally find someone to talk to- to connect to. It’s just weird being on my own so frequently, aching to be loved and understood, but being terrified of actually connecting to someone. As i told the color green, if you allow yourself to be loved then you also open yourself up to vulnerability. And survivors of ab*** just don’t have that luxury.

this is completely relatable tho

twinks fuck up me. cats consume me.