wordsquirrel

I'm mediocre, but like, super good at it.

We fit like two unmatched jigsaw pieces shoved together by a toddler; land and sky inextricable without damage to both.

Oh, sweet summer child.

Don't do it, it's a trap.

Cocoa Pebbles really gave kids mixed messages

Ah, you must know my mother

So classy you'll never know my true opinion of you without seeing your nickname in my contact list.

Anything I just said can be a euphemism if you play your cards right.

goals

I noticed that thing you think no one else noticed, but don't worry; I've tucked it safely away in my basket of other people's secrets.

If it's not absolutely chock-full of bees, I'm sorry, I just can't relate.

Just admiring the lovely curation of procrastinations in my bullet journal.

Giving up on humanity and taking my chances with the crows.

I got all sorts of backwards and accidentally hibernated for the summer.

I've got that clean-out-my-spam-filled-inbox and sort-that-pile-of-probably-important-mail-that's-been-sitting-there-for-months flavor of anxiety today. Might organize a closet later.

You'd think my hobby was something nefarious with the way I only speak of it in short, shrugging sentences before quickly changing the subject. Turns out it's just writing.

I'm pretty sure the twenty peppers I just planted will fix everything.

Seems like a good night to miss something that never existed.

Bookish friends are great because you can be all "read this, it will absolutely crush your soul and tear your beating heart into a million little pieces and you will literally never recover from it" and they'll be like omg yaaaasssss

My siblings and I have formed an unspoken pact to ignore each other for months at a time only interrupted by 3 hour long phone calls in which we agree we shouldn't do that anymore.

Overestimating microexpressions and distrusting grand gestures has led to the collapse of my social currency.

I live in the realm of half-finished projects, surrounded by grand ideas laid waste by incessant attacks of reality.

Look, you can spiral and still be loved. You can be fusilli. I would make Mac and cheese with you in a heartbeat.

You think you know someone...then it turns out you did know them the whole time, it just got way too difficult to ignore the aberrations they kept summoning.

This is such a beautiful picture.

and all that's best of bouba-apollonian and kiki-dionysian
meet in her aspect and her eyes

Cleared my schedule to spend the next hour over-analyzing a handshake from someone I'll likely never meet again.

Probably, but I've been known to exercise questionable judgement.

I miss being able to pretend they haven't seen my message instead of having objective evidence that they've chosen not to respond.

Making excuses for everyone but myself. That's against the imaginary rules obvs