My review of the boy meets world episode where Shawn joins a cult.
"My feet of clay,
they dried to dust.
The red isn’t the red we painted.
It’s just rust.
And that signature thing
that used to bring the following
I have trouble now
So why did I kiss him so hard
late last Friday night
and keep on letting him change all my plans?
I’m either so sick in the head,
I need to be bled dry to quit.
Or I just really used to love him.
I sure hope that’s it."
Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song), Fiona Apple (via aimeejfc)
an essay i wrote is going to be on thoughtcatalog this is probably both the best and worst thing that’s happened to me. mostly the worst. it’s definitely my most millennial achievement to date. k.