books, snow, warmth, embrace, love, vanilla, hot chocolate, visual novels, puffy eyes, kisses, fluffy blankets, fountain pens, sleeping the entire day, translating, dreaming, lazy-ing around, drawing me and him, drawing stick figures because i allow myself to be not perfect, studying and learning at my own pace, sleeping in fetal position, cutting myself on "accident", crying over a book about a cat, clinging to that person because being alone is a nightmare (sometimes a blessing though. it strangely varies), keyboard clack clack clack, either not doing self-care at all or doing it too much, anxiety, wanting to die but wanting to live, wanting to live but wanting to die, eating my mercari orders because i spent all my money on cute things, sobbing because i want to be normal, wires, wrapping self like a burrito, candles, tarot cards, action figures, cds, burning stuff (and almost scaring the neighbors for doing it indoors), parapara, techpara, vitamins, long nails, being the palest person in the room, pien makeup, catholic imagery, horror, cats, heather mason, broken mirrors, depression, feeling like a kid stuck in a woman's body, making the bed uncomfortable so i dont spend days on it, making it comfortable to spend days on it, crying and crying and crying all the time for no reason, memory gaps, having to journal to remember my days when im older (and risking my safety because of it), noise cancelling earbuds, feeling like a walking corpse
i beg of you never consider doing labiaplasty, i cannot feel shit anymore