I FEEL LIKE IM RUNNING THROUGH THE STREET JUST YELLING AT PEOPLE AS I PASS BY LIKE RIP IF I RANDOMLY

*writes two lines of a poem that I’m mildly pleased with*

Me: I’m literally fucking Sylvia Plath

(very unreasonable) times i decided to go exploring

it was 30°F and i decided to climb the silo at my grandparents' farm without gloves (its about 60ft tall) (just exposed rungs running up the outside of it) (it was freezing) (the bottom is surrounded by concrete) (i climbed all the way to the top) (did not tell anyone i was going)

later that year, in the summer, i wanted to go find deer bones where the hunters toss their leftovers in the woods so i went in flip flops and an oversized hoodie (walked about half a mile to get there) (carried the bones back tied together in a random piece of cloth) (had the time to grab the cloth but not actual shoes) (did not tell anyone i was going)

wanted to climb a tree. went out to the woods via rolling under the electric cow fence and climbed as high as the branches could hold me, read a book (was there for around three hours) (the cows looked confused) (did not tell anyone i was going)

was starved for outside time after moving to uni, found some trails going through the woods (went wandering around on them after dark because i didnt want to miss the sun set) (had no idea how far the trails went) (it was almost pitch black when i got back) (did not tell anyone i was going)

on that same note, if i couldnt sleep id wander around campus with my headphones on at 3am (my roommate says im not supposed to do this anymore) (because i didnt tell anyone i was going)

tonight i wanted to poke through some trails i havent been on and a park off campus so i did (i had all day after class) (decided to go after sunset) (right before a thunderstorm) (as usual, did not tell anyone i was going)

prince zuko "falls dramatically ill after doing one (1) good deed" of the fire nation

writing fics be like

what's wrong babe you're barely anything

want someone to kiss me on the mouth (love me openly) and love me like a sailor (always come home to me) and when they get a taste (get to know the real me) want them to tell me what’s my flavour (tell me who i am)

my roommate will always apologize when their side of the room is messy and theyll never believe me when i say i dont mind but its so human? and theyre so beautiful? and who cares about a little mess when someone so lovely is in my life? and people just living and being human is so good and underappreciated?

at any given moment every english major you know is one interesting essay topic away from putting up a cork board and connecting things with red strings