"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

Ken was created from Barbie’s rib

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

does anyone wanna hangout someday

it probably feels good as fuck to have the energy to live

you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN.

“what’s stopping you from-“ listen i am so so sleepy

and like. broke

god forbid a woman doesn’t sparkle for an audience. god forbid she’s weird, lazy, a little off putting and not trying to impress anyone

im doing good! you know. besides the underlying feeling that I'm fundamentally incapable of fitting in in a society. besides that i'm chillin

i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

they should invent a disproportionate emotional response that goes away when you rationally understand the cause