Mecore (i Cried When I Found Out I Wasn’t 5’4)

Woah mama women are amazing

me after writing a six page poem about someone who i am 100% not romantically interested in and am strictly best friends with.

i have been thinking abt you all day no homo though

why does this have so many notes. this is the most notes i’ve ever gotten. it’s not that funny. guys why are you laughing. guys—

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.

hot take: i love that black cats are seen as a bad omen bc it means i can gatekeep them and have them all to myself.

ah shoot ur right my bad

woah mama means family

she’s a ten but she collects old thrifted dolls that look haunted and loves horror movies.

I miss the butterflies you gave to me

When you let me braid your hair.

You stopped speaking to me

And I don’t know why.

Now I don’t like you

And I certainly don’t love you.

But I am infatuated.

If I could split your ribs,

Tearing you open with my bare hands,

I would curl up in your chest

And lay my head on your heart.

If you were to bring a hammer down

And crack open my chest

I would let you claim that space.

Then you would hold captive my soul

For you already reside in my mind.

So crack me open and burrough inside me

Or let me tear you apart.

Either way

No one walks away

Without a permanent mark.

just got an absolutely FIRE matcha latte from my coffee shop who’s income is almost solely from the purchases i make on a weekly basis. (i am now broke.)

not me. i’m chugging my media. inhaling it if you will. i’m like a dog that hasn’t been fed since breakfast and just downs a bowl of low quality kibble without even chewing.

"consuming media" is such an overstatement. at best I'm sipping it