My Roommate Will Always Apologize When Their Side Of The Room Is Messy And Theyll Never Believe Me When

Feeling evil (just wanna be loved by someone that only has eyes for me)

Anybody else have a growing fear of updating their tech cuz everything seems to be getting worse and worse

love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

Reblog to hug the person you reblogged this from and tell them that everything's going to be okay

"We're together in every universe" this "we'll always find eachother" that. What about this is the only universe that we're together in. What about there is no other way this could have worked. What about this is the only place that we have found each other. And goddamn it if we aren't going to make the most of it.

moments i want to live in forever:

taking a bath or shower in the early evening during summer with the window open and the whole room is kinda balmy and warm and you can hear all the little bugs and frogs chirping outside

being outside right before a really huge storm and everyone is kind of hurrying around and the sky looks weird and you feel very small and strange

standing outside dorm or apartment buildings and seeing everyones different color led lights in the windows

walking outside after a long shift and its still dead silent outside under the streetlights and the air is still and you sit in your car in the dark and go through the notifs that have built up over the last few hours

staying up late at my grandparents's farmhouse and going down to the kitchen for a little snack or drink when everyone else is asleep

when it’s rainy and dark and you light a scented candle while you read all nice and cozy inside

the drive to the airport

being in any empty space where theres normally a lot of people (schools, churches, roads, etc)

sitting on the trunk of one of my friend's car at midnight while she pumped her gas

walking through the lighting section at the hardware store

the fucking Urge to live forever in the liminal space of soft lighting at 1am, lying in the arms of someone you adore where everything is soft and silent and good

Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back

Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.

yee hospital time