(korr-EE-nah)

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

Men love me for my cadaver swag. The way my skin is cold like a corpse, my off-putting demeanor, and the way I stand in the threshold of the still-living and the dead.

long overdue for a scream in the woods

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

due to personal reasons i will be disappearing into the fog

jennette mccurdy should be allowed to hunt nickelodeon past and present execs for sport

as every twenty something year old girl that has no certainty about anything in her life or the world or the future i am too re visiting everyday the fig tree analogy in the bell jar

it should be free to have a little cat. government subsidized, even. u should get the exact same tax breaks as if u have kids

idea: build an altar to yourself. include dried petals from your favorite flowers. a candle in your favorite scent. include a figurine of a wolf if you're a wolf, of an angel if you're an angel. burn incense. play your favorite song. lay back and close your eyes and... honor yourself. you know?

“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now