#im doing great
Note to self: maybe don’t forget to pick up your meds right before Easter weekend so you get stuck without them until Tuesday leaving your head feeling like the old TVs that you could touch and feel the electricity in
will you curl your hair for this and leave the sink so full of little bits of you; toothpaste and lingering strands and the full shake of your fingertips. the little wet linage of your shaking saturday night: this is the time you’re supposed to be young and stupid, right. these are the best years. this is the way the birds in the morning are all asking you: why did you fall asleep? you are awake, and everyone expects you to begin and beget your life, full and vibrant and shining.
don’t cry. the price is right. you can apply the eyeliner with a smooth stroke. you can whiten your teeth. you can commit insanity quietly, privately, like pressing prayer out through your teeth.
are you alone? in this world of so many people, are you alone again?
Gonna get high so i dont kill myself
the doctor, checking everything for the third time as i continue to cough and ooze: what the fuck, what the fuck is wrong with this one
me, who is carrying The Curse:
You’re getting married to your Tumblr pfp how fucked are u