Very often when you just can’t decide between two or more options, Mariah,...– The Universe
I drank my weight in water mixed with paint and as it poured from my eyes and ran through my veins and trickled down my fingertips I woke up and realized I had been a work of art my whole life and no critic can convince me otherwise
I just had this random memory wash over me from when I was seven years old and my family was living in a tiny town in Oregon. We lived on a hill, and everything was green and tree-y and wonderful, and I remember sitting in the ankle-deep wild grass at sunset all by myself, pulling up the blades with my little fingers and feeling happy. That memory feels so incredibly far away. It almost seems to...
First poem I've written in nearly four months. →
Holy shit it’s about fucking time
hellolxsa: i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to...