This is my first grown up zine. I am used to blood and sweat but this time I would like to put an emphasis on tears. Please proceed with caution. I ripped my heart out of my body and spread it all over these pages.
cal when you Everything is so politi at is catching are living in a world th on fire.
My living room will have one of those super cool record shelves and my nerdy husband will take pride in our collection, He knows how to change the needle and stuff. At least that’s what I imagine, I also think it could be a girl but that’s complicated. The point is I need someone in my life to compliment me, I am so confident about so many things but there are some things that I want to know nothing about. That’s what another half is for. Or maybe just someone who will learn those things with me and understand it better than.I do and we will figure it out, Whatever it is I will figure it out,
It's winter now but seasons are changing and it will be spring soon time is always passing now it is summer
boys have never liked me I take my costar very seriously
I have better dreams when I sleep with my head on the softer side of my bed.
I want someone to spit on me. I don’t want to be scared. I want to feel alive. I want to dance again. I want to feel other peoples energy. I love when bodies fill a room. I love when people come together.
you should have fu*king stayed
I don’t necessarily want answers but I wish that I had some clarity.
12/16/18 I went to school at university of the arts and had a toilet scooter and was late to class and forgot to lock my dorm room and then I went to lunch and they had weird food and lots of pizza and I helped clean dishes and someone gave me a new schedule bc I didn’t know where mine was and other stuff idk
But my bedroom has to be clean for me to do yoga. And my bedroom hasn’t been clean lately. I need to clean it. I will feel better.
I was a shy kid. I would cry when we had to sing for our parents in preschool. By the time I was in first grade my mom learned that she should probably ask the teachers to not have me perform in front of the school.
The car wash smells like candy And its slippery when its raining We haven’t walked this way together Since before the time it snowed Happy new year Nothings really changing
One summer I spent the entire three months emailing companies asking for free stickers. Emails turned into packages and envelopes. Envelopes resulted in my six-hundred count sticker collection. I emailed hundreds of companies and tracked the status of each email and each parcel in a spreadsheet, carefully noting which brands had supported my endeavors and which brands had politely rejected me. This was a good way to spend my time for a little while, but you eventually run out of companies you want to email.
I’m trying really hard it just feels like I have caramel corn stuck in my teeth
scan 4 a demo of a song that I am too scared to release