i be like “it is what it is” and almost vomit from anxiety

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

Slams the reblog button so damn fast

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u

who up with they tiredness sleep cannot fix, loneliness friends cannot handle, emptiness nothing can fill, fullness nothing could empty, and a rootin rootin cow boy attitude so strong they might just go yee haw!

wow! nevermind I was in fact just sleepy!

So I Could Say I’ve Tried it All

I fill the bath with lavender oil and sea salt

turn the water extra hot, skin scalding so that when I step in

I’d know how birds feel when they soar into a sky that is all sun

I pour in rose water and eucalyptus 

because the things that make us feel better

are the things that give us no choice but to become beautiful—or else,

forget we need to be beautiful at all.

I will my skin to dissolve,

disintegrate to mist

and shatter into dew to do service

to withered flowers and leaves, kiss them free

but instead I breathe in perfumed steam to suffocate, or else, choke on salty bathwater

and will it to kill whatever grief lives inside me.

If I had to go,

it would be softly. Please,

let it be softly.

It’s impossible to be weightless

in this contained space. I see nothing but ceiling

and bubbles gather and lather my skin

until I’m scrubbed clean, skin red and bleeding

feeding saturated bodies

of water where quicksilver fish could pick

their teeth with purified bone.

Atonement—or else, torment because decay will never be beautiful

or let us forget we need to be beautiful at all.

In the end, I’m nothing but a body

sitting in a sea of dead skin and debris.

God the 11 year old girls you put on this earth to climb trees and play with plastic animals are buying foundation at the drug store

for a second i thought you meant foundation like, a building foundation. not makeup

God the 11 year old girls you put on this earth are building something great and terrible on the edge of town

The thing about the fall of the Roman Empire is that nobody fully agrees on when it fell so I choose to take the most hilarious position which is that it never fell actually and we’re all still living in it.