Alea iacta est

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

"it's okay to rest for as long as you need from burnout" how long is it actually going to take though. there's stuff i wanna do.

hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead

"don't worry scientists will invent a way to solve climate change!" They already did... several times over... just the people who didnt like their solutions (cough cough oil companies) had enough cash to shut them up both legally and illegally

some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive

you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

i made this post because i've got so many friends that think saying something wrong in a conversation is the end of the world. it isn't. you'll be okay. you don't have to be embarrassed about every little thing. you are alive and doing things and speaking to people. you will make mistakes and you will live.

may you get everything you want and be happy this october

platonically shooting my friendshot hoping I don't get acquaintance-zoned

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"

Context for the 19 year olds reading this, September used to be a bit cold

(in the universe where capitalism never happened and we're in the sun eating fruit topless all day long) fuck i wish i had a credit score

not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore

When someone tells me I look tired I don't get offended I'm like thank you for noticing my anguish

be careful going for walks this september. the air might smell like recess in second grade and you might get sick to your stomach with melancholia

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

the problem with me is i cannot differentiate what is & is not my circus and what are & are not my monkeys. this gives you mental health conditions