are any of us really okay?

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

t shirt that says “i used to be worse”

im immune to gaslighting bc i know im right

I feel like I’m the type of person that once I love someone I’ll never stop loving them, like once there’s a part of me that loves. I’ll love you forever. It sucks sometimes when friendships break but I’ll love them silently from the sidelines forever I guess. This feeling never really goes away.

you deserve people who listen to you ramble. you deserve people who love it when you’re excited, when you’re happy. you deserve people who check up on you and wish to see you well, people who not only accept you for who you are - but rejoice in it. 

aesthetic

Class war.