'81 / joanna newsom
the unending amends you made are enough for one life, be done. i believe in innocence, little darling, start again, i believe in everyone.
can someone bring me a donut or one of those little cheeseburgers from the mcdonalds dollar menu or both and then give me a hug so i don’t feel as sad.
ok i’m going to go curl up and cry
it feels really nice to be sewing clothes again
if i don’t make my bed my life will fall apart.
i feel like a baby bird — where is my mama and when is she going to bring me food?
what a very strange dream