hanging with some leftists today and first thing i made sure to put in my bag was a pack of a cigarettes.

it’s a hard life when it’s mine tbh.

what we really desperately need in the political atmosphere of this country is an anarchist / eco-anarchist party

god really tests me everyday with the idgaf war and i win each time by the magical force of logging off

tom wambsgans kinda fell off

god im so tired all of the time

a passion so strong you don’t get embarrassed asking for things and/or demand things in return sounds like a corporate lie like no way people are that comfortable w eachother wdym you’re not riddled with shame for being a mere human.

waxing poetry at the coffee section of the grocery store rn

anyone else wants to scream and cry when they shop because every little thing is packaged in so much plastic or is that just my crazy ass

i like it when bad things happen to my enemies

everytime i call people before 11 and make plans i feel so adult like slay mama

autism can make you the most hated girl in the world because you don’t laugh along with stupid jokes

the smiths were right, it does take strength to be gentle and kind

i miss my friends…

help girl I still can’t believe life is to experience both sadness and happiness at the same time and none’s realer than the other

the deep sense of grief that comes w healing… no one talks about that

half my life is rage, the other indescribable sorrow.

okay so when will the alienation i feel from my own body end

i b like im battling demons and the demons r becoming my mother