I still cannot help but feel seismic heartbreak when I think about that fucking singer.

If I have to choke Bet you better take it back Like the words were never in your throat Like you never second guessed That there was ever a god at all.

Looking back at old karaoke recordings where I’m obliterated and crashing out. They’re still good.

Patience gets you literally everywhere.

Just got dealt psychic damage so strong from a Harry Potter meditation card that I had to take a phat swig of jager

Imagine getting stoned in Harry Potter like omgnim high and also a wizard

Doing difficult things is difficult

Fire fire fire a million hells descend upon me

oh my god.

I fear an OA rewatch is on the horizon. I fear what it will do to my psyche now having watched Harry Potter.

An album to connect me to my feminine. Oh I love it here.

Two things: 1. It is sighing in relief that we gave up on the problematic Harry Potter racism drinking game 2. What hurt more

When it’s been 4 months and that feeling IS gone!!!

OH MY GOD IN MY LATEST RECORDING OF MY NEWEST SONG YOU CAN HEAR THE THUNDER??? I WAS RECORDING ON MY PORCH AT LIKE 2AM???

Snapchat: do you remember X years ago- *GUNSHOTS*

Bear trap set today.

Wine on the porch and a two hour phone call with bestie while I let the rain soak my legs. I really am okay.

ILL NEVER DO THE RIGHT THING AGAIN

I haven’t felt this much gay panic since my last homoerotic situationship

Coping costs 15.30 a month.