Sexy Boy by Air
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
rechanneling destructive impulses is a sign of maturity
*is sobbing in the washroom* *catches my reflection in the mirror* *sniffles and says yaaaas* *goes back to crying*