i cried

it’s strangely hard to be fully in charge of my own life

just been informed i’ve been pronouncing Ghibli wrong my entire life (J not G)

invincibility buff (gore-tex sneakers)

my journal is turning into a soft core novella

i definitely didn’t need 3 slutty cardigans but here we are

as an oregonian, given the choice why would you pump your own gas….

all is right in the world (i’m still in bed at 11am)

imo sabrina carpenter is for horny swifties

i’m sorry if a softboi sent me talking heads smashing pumpkins bicep i would fall for it everytime

gay brain rot

validation is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

i’m under 3 blankets

damn you ever watch alien…

sensitive

someone has to do a tekken rave plsss

—that it is both more truthful and better not to know who you are, that it is preferable to slip, shift or float than to know, stop or stay.

for the plot… do i want to go to new york for new years and frost children at knockdown

one thing i like about work is you can blame work for anything

know who you are at every age (single)