Living like mould inside your mother’s house. Art blog @skrllec. Icon by peachmarch3.
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
Ok but hear me out...
What if I'm scared?
do it scared
oh, hot summer nights walking through neighborhoods while the sun is setting at 8pm and everything is a little orange and smells like cookouts and swimming pool chlorine when the wind blows
just watched shiva baby did you know that you can get a literal ache in your chest if you relate on an incredibly deep level to a messy anxiety ridden jewish bisexual burdened by her family and their expectations of her
I CRACK SUMMER OPEN LIKE AN EGG AND I FRY IT WITH A BIT OF BUTTER AND SOP UP ITS GOLDEN YOLK WITH TOAST AND ITS ALL WARM ALL SALT ALL THE TIME !
