Had a pretty alright day today.
Somewhere deep down we can fucking smile about something.
But for now the smiles don’t reach our eyes.
Smoke another bowl.
Kill the voices temporarily.
Wake up tomorrow.
And hope like hell that you don’t feel the same way as you did yesterday.
|—||I write when I’m sad|
who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants
do you ever just get the overwhelming urge to cry because you think you’re not going to go far in life because you’re not as smart or as talented as the people around you
this is actually very accurate
Don’t be a religious suburban white mom about it
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence