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all i want to do is write and create but there is no inspiration! no muse! no wonder all the good poets stayed hopelessly in love with one person! it gave them material! there’s no one to crash out over and i have nothing to write about!
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“wdym u didn’t know he was a bad person? wdym u don’t know anything about the band”
god forbid a girl listens to music cuz she likes the way it sounds and leaves it at that 🙄
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asked the dude at guitar center for bass picks and he acted like i just shot his dog
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is being a cat mom and the owner of an eccentric bookshop too much to ask for?
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noooo the hyperfixation i can feel it cominggg
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i got a nintendo switch for christmas (yay!!! sooo exciteddd) but now i have to figure out a way to get money to buy games?!?! i’ve been trying to get a job since the beginning of last summer but no luck. ugh capitalism
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ok ik we’re supposed to be cool and grown and stuff but can we maybe still believe in fairies? we can still play because i wont laugh at you if you won’t laugh at me. we can still run through wildflower fields together and pretend we’re something magical. ik we’re grown up now but i’ll still be 11 with you. are we really too old for anything? are we really too old for hope and wonder and love? the world still glows rio de janeiro instagram filter pink for me. get up early to watch the sun rise over the lake with me and never lose this. we can still make pillow forts and i think we can still believe.
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listen ik that learning about wars and stuff in history class is important but considering we’ve been learning ab the same 2 wars since elementary is having an art history class focused on the stories and mythology behind classical, renaissance, baroque, and rococo paintings really that much to ask for? like im sure you could find some war paintings in there if ur so hellbent on reminiscing on humanity’s inherent inclination to destroy itself
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me when i have to get up and go participate in the plans I made
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someone has recently inspired me to actually believe in my writing and now publishing something feels less like a pipe dream and more like a possibility. i think i might actually start posting my writing on medium.
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posting on tumblr from my iphone se. i guess i can’t ever really let go of the past, can i? i’m sitting here, clutching to the past so tightly (in the form of tattoo chokers and dark wash skinny jeans) that my hands ache
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when someone says they read and you get all excited to have someone to talk about books with but then you find out all they read is smut with rainbow sherbet colored covers
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when you ask whats up but the only thing up is my heartbeat (i'm afraid of talking to other people)
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normalize writing cryptic poetic messages on the whiteboard magnet poetry by where ur ex friend sits during lunch in hopes they’ll see it and want to repair your friendship
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