Jazzy

Getting high is amazing.
          
          “I thought you didn’t do those things?” 
          
          I don’t. But four of my favorite stories were updated yesterday and I’m still feeling amazingly blissful.
          
          (Read three saving the fourth for popcorn tomorrow because I know I’m gonna need it for vibes and all those chapters. You know who you are boo <3)

I can stay up until five or six in the morning just doom scrolling/reading and still wake up at seven or eight and be completely fine the whole day, 
          but staying up blowing things up until three am? 
          Basically brain dead until three pm.

When you’re reading a story and it’s actually really good and you’re really enjoying it until the author pulls out the “deeply into her *whatever* orbs,” 
          
          Since when did she have planets for eyes? 

You know your luck is shit when your power offs THE DAY BEFORE SEASON TWO OF PJO!!! 
          
          IM DEAD. DYING. DECEASED.
          
          AND IM CURRENTLY USING MY MOTHERS HOTSPOT SO TOMORROW IM NOT GONNA HAVE SHI— THE WORLD HATES ME!!!

“You think I don’t know my own palace? I built it.”
          
          Yes, yes I did just neglect my studies to spend two hours watching Epic the musical. 
          And I regret NOTHING.
           Pure art. Literal pure art. 
          Would DEFINITELY recommend!

hello!! thank you for adding nepenthe to your list! i hope you enjoy reading it :)) <33

You can say ‘Ring around tht Rosie’ or the Lizzie board jump rope song is the scariest children song, but my childhood lullaby will always take first place. 
          
          It goes like this:
          (Translated into English)
          Sleep aye~
          Sleep oh~
          Sleep from the American (man).
          Careful if they come and beat us both,
          K-ll us both,
          (More traumatizing lyrics that made me fall asleep like she told me a story about butterflies and unicorns.)

Is trauma inherited?
          
          I think it can be passed down, but not inherited. Some parents pass down their trauma to their kids not knowing how bad it can mess them up.
          
          The most popular lullaby in my culture is literally from back in when: 
          —World War Two happened, 
          —They dropped nuclear bombs in our ocean and it had a horrible reaction to plants, wild life, and people, 
          —and when the Japanese tried to take over and use us as slaves in their factory’s.
          
          And it literally warns kids to hide away from the American men or they would k-ll them.
          
          Wtf???

Halloween just ended and mama is already telling us to put the Christmas tree up 
          
          She is where I get my Christmas spirit from.

“You’re older than them, you’re supposed to be the more mature one. You have to set an example.”
          
          I’m adopted. I don’t gotta do nothin.