It Would Have Been Better If I Had Never Met Him At All.

I looked at myself in the mirror while blow drying my hair and said "we are so back" in that over dramatic Disney kid tone of voice, and I immediately started hearing groovy background music playing in my head.

"Hi, the names Reverie, I'm the new kid in this town. Nobody knows who I am, but they will."

*Camera pans up from my feet to show my super hip, trendy 2016 azz outfit XD*

princess top 5: other songs

5. that’s how you know, enchanted // 1, 2, 3

I want to be a kitten on someone's lap and keep them immobilized for hours.

That is all.

As you were, peasant. *shoos you away*

I can't believe I just posted my last post BEFORE LUNCHTIME😭

(except maybe a lil)

I would prefer to ache than to feel nothingness. I want to listen to songs that make me double over in emotional agony because pain is beautiful. Pain connects us. I want to skip down the street and run over train tracks. I want to be early to weddings in my best dress, and stay late at house parties helping my friend get the crumbs out of their couch. I want to sway with the ocean. I want to grow like a sunflower, to face the sun and have no regrets.

“i would rather die of passion than of boredom”

- Van Gough

"You are the whole shape of sound, whether or not you sing"

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

Take away my cartoons over my d3ad body😤

I miss you. I miss the feel of your hair through my fingers and the way you'd sigh and relax into my touch. I miss the random song quotes that are always somehow absolutely perfect for the situation. I miss when you'd laugh like a child. I miss calling you at midnight. I miss how your voice would soften up, just for me. I miss when you'd hug me, then hug me tighter. Like nothing in the world could take me away. Why'd you let me go away? I miss you. Whyd you say those hurtful things to me? Why do you never understand. I love you, and I know you love me. But why are we always mismatched puzzle pieces?

I hate that I'm hurting you. I hate the thought of you lying in someone else's lap. But I can't be there for you like I want to because it will rip me apart.

I don't want anyone else to touch me. Their fingers feel clammy on my skin. And when I see brown eyes in sunlight all I think about is you. How could I kiss someone with your name on my lips? That would be a crime. And yet I want someone to press my body against a wall and cover up your fingerprints with theirs and kiss me so hard I forget everything about kissing you and remember everything about myself. I want to remember how to move toward someone else's warmth. I want to learn how to love you from a distance. How to say "happy birthday." Not "get in your car and come back to me."

I want to see your new girl and be happy for you. I want you to get a new girl. I want you to let me go. Even though it hurts. I want you to be happy without me. Even though that's sort of a lie. I want you to come pick me up and take me home. I want you to mark me and call me yours and tuck me in and sleep on my chest with my fingers in your hair. I want you to sigh and relax into my touch.

But we are still mismatched puzzle pieces.

EXACTLY 👏 💯

But get tf away from me if you wanna talk abt "daddy" and "kitten." I'm sorry I just cant😭😭😭

Also, no Aaron is not a sexy name to me. Aaron got me thinking about parting the red sea and -- wAit...

(Lmao jk, still not sexy)

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

romanticizing my anxiety by calling myself a false prophet