life update: sorry ive been mia the last few days, my pc is a bit sick so im borrowing my brother’s for now
im losing my grip a little bit, like i am really feeling the stress
i surprised myself and made some choices this weekend that were…unexpected
hooked up with this guy, it was hot. penises are weird haha. but i had fun and it was consensual and he was really sweet even though i don’t think he’s gonna call me. maybe he will. i hope he does kinda but i also don’t really care that much?? idk it was a good time.
im having a lot of trouble juggling all my responsibilities. i feel like i need to cut something out of my life bc at this rate im not going to make it through the semester.
i think i need to drop out of the indie study. im going to try and talk to the director and just tell her i can’t do it anymore bc i need to focus on school. hopefully that’ll be enough and she won’t bitch at me.
wish me luck
sometimes people are like sunshine and sometimes people are like rainclouds but thats ok because both are important to make the flowers grow
❝ Storytelling is a political act. It’s making sense of the world and ourselves, and like every other kind of sense-making, it’s as political as it is personal and vice-versa. There is no distinction to be made between the political and the personal. Writing of any kind is political. It’s claimsmaking regarding reality and how to interpret it. Because whenever we’re faced with these things, we’re faced with fundamental truths regarding how creation makes and unmakes the world, regarding whose voices are amplified and whose are lost, between who gets to speak and who is literally silenced. ❞
❝ You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. ❞
— i read this 12 times (via fusels
i was reapplying my lipstick and had to clean up the edges and my friend josh looked at me and thought my finger was bleeding so clearly that’s a sign that my makeup game is on point today
Papaoutai (ft. Angel Haze) -
how i grew without you is a task i never mastered
tell me whats a father, whats a father to a bastard?