

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread
moment of genuine kinship with the man who noticed me applying lip chap while bagging my groceries as he took out his lip chap and applied as he walked by
truly the most genuine moment of compassion with a strange man has been when he met my eyes and motioned his lip chap in a cheers motion. forever my brother in arms
think i might be lonely
I have, darkness inside me… that darkness is, called acid reflux and heartburn
*sprints by your minecraft house, seeds in hand and with a pleasant mass of chickens following* lets go lesbians let’s go
moodboard
me @ those black figures in the corner of my eye at my house that disappear when i turn in that direction: i know you’re there bitch
Whenever you’re feeling sudden calm its because I took your voodoo doll out for a picnic on a grassy hill
thank you
give me one good hershey’s kiss and i’ll be alright
me raiding my pantry after the third emotional breakdown of the night
like… the overwhelming embarrassment of having a physical form