Where’s my phone

I still hope to see your name every single time I post something to my socials. I post photos where I look like I’m having the time of my life, smiling with friends, out on crazy adventures just to fucking see your name pop up there. Just once. 

If you see me blasting Bad Omens on repeat, mind ya business. But also call my therapist, I’m not okay 

I deleted like literally all of my works because they sucked and just sort of dove into the old Doctor Who fic again because why not? 

I be alive and needing to poop

Yas queen

I can't do this anymore...

Guess who's out of state :D I am so tired right now

I just walked into the basement of my best friend's grandmother's house and started bawling my eyes out. Every memory from our younger years came flooding in everywhere I looked. The couch, the pool table, the cabinets, the bathroom, the spare rooms, behind the built in bar area, on the floor, the TV, the blankets, the pillows, the movies, everything. I remembered every moment...

UPDATE ON THE VACUMMING: I walked down there to see my sister and her boyfriend on the couch. I asked if someone had been vacumming and my sisted said the following: "Don't worry. I hear it, too."
          My mother is upstairs as well and asleep.

It's 11 something and my mom is VACUMMING downstairs.