as gaudy as poppies

I got dressed and shit to go get a soda from a drive thru because we’re out of sodas and I don’t want to go to the store so now I’m overdressed for sulking in bed.

Or

Here are some photos that could be covers for my 90s acoustic alt-girl music project

I can’t stop looking at jewelry :(

"Are you watching a cute video"
“No??”
“Oh I thought I heard meowing”
“No i’m listening to Veruca Salt”

I love hot wet plants

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i want income so i can indulge in my bs desires like minimalistic jewelry i could make myself & artisanal makeup

so i’m back at square one. no jobs here, and plenty of unpaid internships i’m welcome to there. 

I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t feel capable of anything

Sunny Day Real Estate - Sometimes
1,465 plays

falsecomfort:

emo-music:

Sunny Day Real Estate - “Sometimes”

although you hit me hard
i come back

i’m not sure what the goal is to my look anymore other than i’m doing the no-makeup makeup thing mostly by accident and i won’t wear bold lips unless my entire face is bare

i’m not sure what the goal is to my look anymore other than i’m doing the no-makeup makeup thing mostly by accident and i won’t wear bold lips unless my entire face is bare

Wow great now my plumbing is fucked just what I needed

I know I talk about the frequent panic attacks I have but it’s been a long time since I’ve had one this bad. I’ve never heard myself scream, never thought I could scream but that’s all I could do to stop feeling like I was going to explode. To suddenly run out the door, get into my car and drive and think that it was the only way to make it stop was a misjudgment. Hysterically crying and yawning in between sobs because that’s all the Xanax is doing for me. I’m stressed out by everything right now. My environment, my body, my future, my relationships, me. It’s me I can’t get away from.

Now if you’ll excuse me i guess Im going to walk around target in these dirty clothes I threw on looking obviously like I’ve been crying really hard.

I’m this close to going on a rampage with my roommate and I know she’s going to play the victim and that’s making me even more mad. But the reality is I give so much of my time and energy to her and picking up after her and helping her and its exhausting because she guilt trips me for when I say no. She should be a damn adult and know how to take care of herself and respect others by not junking up the shared space I also pay for