a star made of elves. or an elf made of stars

Nov 15

this is my four hundredth and second post

mappingindiana:

and i am going to use it to angst about regret

because i have that

about my undergrad degree

god

i wish i could go back and shake little seventeen year old me

look

this is not your fault

stop

you’re just hurting yourself

also, jesus christ, EAT SOMETHING

and then further back to little twelve year old me

but i wouldn’t shake me

i’d shake my mother

I have enough trouble getting little 26-year-old me to listen to me :/

Although I still try to tell my 15-year-old all the stuff I wish someone had told teenage-me, like “school isn’t that important” and “there’s nothing fucking wrong with you” and “living off chicken nuggets and soda is better than not eating”

so that helps, some.