Misticsilver - Angsty Bitch With A Good Heart

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

FedEx: shits on my box, stomps on my box, kicks it, dumps gasoline on it, throws one of my chickens into the back of the van UPS: whispers at my front door “is anyone home” as quietly as possible before leaving a “we missed you!” note, tries to gaslight me into thinking my address doesn’t exist USPS: sets my package down gently where it’s not visible from the road, knocks on the door and kisses me directly on the mouth

Going to romanticize the mundane by opening the windows, turning on music I like, and baking today

due to personal reasons i will now remove all of my vertebrae and shuffle them like a pack of cards before putting them back in place in a completely different order

animals are quite funny.. you show them a Thing and theyre like "ok i will Sniff this"..

the holy grail types of fanfic

Just walk in the misty morning of a forest.

Are you going to let trump out live you

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"Hey, what do you want for Ch-"

I don't know, as soon as you started the question, I somehow momentarily was struck with such a lack of desire for any material goods that there's now a school of thought in Buddhism who reveres my ADHD riddled brain as a potential speedrun to enlightment.