february days are good for nothing but split lips

strictly a personal blog /// blog-wide CW: disordered eating

I can’t think of much that I hate more than sleeping.

Being unconscious is the most vulnerable feeling. I hate knowing that, at any moment, I could be missing something that I desperately need to protect myself from

I occasionally post funny things as I run across them.

Just because I’m a little bundle of neuroses, that doesn’t mean I can’t be a little bit fun c:


miss piggy, you make all my insecurities and self doubts go far, far away.