say when.

concept: me, lying in a field full of flowers and staring up at the sky. the grass is warm and the clouds are bright. nothing can hurt me here.

me: *says the vaguest most incoherent shit ever*

me: you know what i mean :/

self care is blasting music into ur ears til u can barely think anymore

I have not been kind to myself

me: I have a really diverse music taste me: *listens to the same song on repeat for three weeks*

i see you doing your best. i see you trying. i see you; keep going