idk what this blog will be now that i’ve quit rp more or less for good, maybe a graveyard for my dead muses r.i.p. lil homies but after this wild ride of a year (hospitalized twice, finally securing an accurate and terrifying bipolar effective disorder diagnosis, then presenting research only to work so hard I had my first psychotic episode, literally in my whole life) I need some kind of outlet for the wild shit that I’m sure will continue to happen before 2018 ends.
immediately changed my mind this is just a graveyard for dead muses and creative outlet for the writing hobby I have zero time/interest in taking part in.
idk what this blog will be now that i’ve quit rp more or less for good, maybe a graveyard for my dead muses r.i.p. lil homies but after this wild ride of a year (hospitalized twice, finally securing an accurate and terrifying bipolar effective disorder diagnosis, then presenting research only to work so hard I had my first psychotic episode, literally in my whole life) I need some kind of outlet for the wild shit that I’m sure will continue to happen before 2018 ends.
cry over dumb shit. cry in public. who cares if people think the grocery store being out of barbecue chips is a stupid reason for crying? full on weep on aisle 6 bitch let it all out
Me: I don’t hold grudges
Me: fuck ashely from the fourth grade
La Vie En Rose playing from another room
Edith PiafMe standing on a gorgeous stone balcony outside of a grand ballroom, breathing in some fresh air because the fumes of the champagne and the loud joyous noise gave me slight sensory overload. The wind beautifully moves my gown.
me dissociating in the waffle house off some highway at 1 AM after poppin a dime in the record machine in 2017
reblog for easter
forget april fools day its almost time for the best video on this entire fuckin planet
sunglasses. no sun. it’s cloudy: overcast.