a year and a half ago I was moping around the house being sad about something my (ex) boyfriend did, and my dad played me cocteau twins album treasure because he thought it would make me happier and it legit changed my life i’ve listened to that album nearly every day since
constantly constantly thinking about this
it’s funny because it’s true.
shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode
Sarah Perry, The Essence of Peopling
the relationship between a girl and her favourite mug is something that can be so personal
reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™
thinking about when I think of myself dead and when charles bukowski said
‘somebody will have to throw
my clean and dirty underwear
away.’
you're not a REAL emo until your birthday is tied to the death of a wrinkly old racist fuck sorry :/