hello sluts please remember to stay hydrated and eat and charge ur vibrators and cut off people who don't deserve ur presence
Genuinely a favorite image of mine I find it really amusing
Fucking hell I haven’t written for almost a year and even that was a struggle, why am I staring at a blank screen hoping the words pour out like they used to. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I used to use writing as my entire identity. If I told 16 year old me that 23 year old me would cease to exist when it came to writing — and well, just about everything else, she’d never believe me. Though I fear that I’d break her heart before anyone else got a chance to.
Rewriting my old excerpts is so much easier than finding inspiration for new pieces, but I feel like I’m betraying previous versions of myself stored in half finished notes folders, forgotten about diaries and doggeared journals because I have more knowledge than she does, and if I could use these words to create a safety blanket for her I would. How I wish I could save her from the inevitable.
Museum date???? Coffee shop date???? Art gallery date???? Walk in the park date???? Late night walk date???? Nap time date???
