Last Night I Dreamed Of You And We Weren't Even Kissing Or Talking Or Anything, I Was Just Caressing

mitski is like if a goddess of the hearth went out of business in the 60s and used that as an excuse to disappear of to a tibetan monastery for a good twenty years then worked at a record shop for a year and then had to be a stripper for some time, which really got her down but it led to her to really see the world beyond the rose-colored glasses of the warmth and protection the hearth/home provides. this led her to eventually realize she could start singing and screaming her feelings of lost influence and what the world has done to traditional values, not in a way of hatred, but in a way of contemplation and studying

*attempting to sleep in a bathtub* i wish i was a snake

my mom for some reason thinks i need to be on some sort of suicide watch rn and it's the most annoying thing ever

smash your head into the keyboard more often, gets the fuzzies out faster

sometimes the only way to chase away the pain is cracking open an ice cold coke and turning up the 2012 pop music

just came to the unfortunate realization that phoebe bridgers is just country for sad and/or gay people

tfw you're not sure if you're excited for Christmas anymore

i get it when people complain about learning english. like why does ambiguous look like that? why is necessary the way it is?? and dont get me started on definently

deffinently

DEFINITELY

grwm to email all of the admissions people at my colleges and ask them for money because my parents are divorced now!

hyperfixation sucks I think just a little too hard about a guy who isn't even real and I could start crying any second