ever since i was a little girl i always wanted to be unemployed
i really wish five hours of sleep was sufficient because going to bed at 2 and waking up at 7 would be heaven but the body keeps score
I feel like a deer that’s been hit by a car and left to die almost everyday of my life btw
i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something





