Pms is so fucking embarassing i hate having to be like “sorry for not having energy/not being happy/crying in your arms again” EVERY MONTH. And the worst part is the rational part of my brain is at war with the pms so i cant do anything either im just frozen and i have no idea what the right course of action is i fucking hate this
it’s a shattered mirror reflecting lost souls. The deep blue hides behind it the screams of stars that died centuries ago, and the clouds drift by like soft ghosts searching for shelter.
Beneath it, the sea doesn’t sleep, it dreams… dreams of the collapse of light, of the return of shadows, of a voice rising from the depths that cannot be understood.
yet can never be forgotten. Everything is blue… but not every blue is peace.
i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
