“if you’re a weird shit that does weird shit during the day, this following message is for you”

Anarcissie (#3,748)

I don’t know about other people, but in my wayward youth I had episodes of solitude which bordered on the psychotic. It was like being buried alive. It took me quite a while to toughen up. Meanwhile I got myself in a lot of trouble fleeing from that demon and others. I could get all theoretical and explain it as transitioning from the bosom of the family to atomistic/individualist capitalist industrialism, but the theory won’t cure the ill.

I once read a tweet that said “she dresses like she spends a lot of time alone”

“I would like to teach a seminar someday out in the woods on an old couch called “How to Mollify Your Disappointment with the Way Things Turned Out.” We’d smoke a little weed and listen to the birds and maybe get to second base. And then night would fall across the land and the stars would come out like change falling from a pocket.”

what writing programs oughta teach/the awl

favorite things:

lady-like nail polish

It’s a mauvey grandma/easter bunny lavender

Favorite things:

This perfume & this superworse thing about nerding out on smells