stoner witch


things you will find here: maps, elephants, otters, nudes, pretty patterns, spirals, art, words, human anatomy, nature, trees, stars, space, the ocean, poetry, taylor swift defense/appreciation, feminism, porn, drugs, books, joss whedon's precious creations, the word cunt, occasionally my face

For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the end. But they don’t feel it. Today is what they feel, and when they say ‘When I grow up,’ there is always an edge of disbelief—how could they ever be other than what they are?

My cat has fleas and is getting so distressed about it she keeps shitting on my bed, and I can’t afford to wash my duvet cover and sheets every fucking day, so I’ve had to keep her shut out of my room until she is deflea-ed and stops, and this is upsetting me so much because I never shut pets out of my room, I love pets more than I do people, and I feel so awful for her shut out in the hall it’s actually breaking my heart, and probably isn’t doing much to calm her down either.

And my housemate ate the last slice of the chocolate cake I made that I was saving for later. There was only enough for one slice each, with one left over which was going to be mine, but now not. I hate today.