- an emotion: *happens*
- me: Get Back Into The Feelings Box You Dirty Gremlin
Mom and I may or may not have walked out of the plant store with five cactuses yesterday. My cactus at home was lonely.
We don’t regret a thing 🌵
my name is lola and i somehow kill cacti, wear jumpers too big for me and listen to rain
There’s a love hate relationship with my body
As I have eyes that squeeze shut if there’s something I don’t like
and I can’t see the world behind my streaming waterfall.
I have a mouth who’s mind is hesitant
to squeak out her words that don’t seem to make sense,
And a heart that’s wary of doing things right.
There’s my legs which drag as I walk
But can also run towards the incoming world
And for once,
I’m thankful.
There will be a time when I’m thankful for all my parts, too.
Nothing goes slower than time, especially when you’re waiting for something you really want.
Mom and I may or may not have walked out of the plant store with five cactuses yesterday. My cactus at home was lonely.
We don’t regret a thing 🌵
cANT StOP CLAWING AT MY faCE
The time I have spent in mental hospitals was mostly consumed by intense boredom and excessive viewing of music channels rather than anything as exciting as discovering the meaning of life through hallucinations.