I’m seeing so many spoilers for the barbie movie but for once I don’t mind because it’s all women coming to terms with what they saw and falling in love with their girlhood again and I’ll have anything spoiled for that 💖

I miss being homesick but all these ghosts are killing me and now I’m just sick of home.

If you don’t get the urge to post some cryptic song lyrics that barely relate to your troubles, every time someone slights you, were you ever really an emo teen in the early 2010’s?

why do i smile like this?

I just want someone to listen

I write so much poetry, so many worlds live in my head with people on people who love me the way I should be loved. I’m not even the main character in my stories and I have no intention to be, but the way I describe the love between the characters is exactly how it should be. 50/50.

But every time I share the intricate worlds in my mind, the friends I’ve made, the lovers and the families, I can see a little light dim. A boredom swiftly consumes him, I can physically see it happen like filling a glass cup with black sludge. I just want him to be excited like he used to be, love my stories, fall in love with the characters, beg me to write the next chapter. Every time I speak I feel like vacuum sucking his energy away, I feel so wholeheartedly unloved.

I’m tired