Not Even Death Could Make Us Part...

does anyone have like ten thousand dollars they don’t want

the feminine urge to act like i’m uninterested even though i’m in love

logging onto tumblr likeThey dont know i was problematic when i was 12

*puts you in my pocket and leaves you in my pocket and accidentally puts you in the washing machine but you live through it and now youre cleaner * ohhh im so sorry lol

so true bestie what did you say btw i wasn't paying attention

losing people is so interesting bc like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.

i can’t believe its my responsibility to live this life to the fullest….wtf

honestly it’s almost like our generation is set up to be lonelier & more anxious & more insane like imagine already being 20/30-something, the period of your life where you’re expected to be “at your prime”, in the middle of a climate crisis and a pandemic, under late-stage capitalism’s celebrity culture that conditions you to be as likeable & “marketable” as possible, where it seems like every lived experience should be watchable/profitable. & you look at the future you’re supposed to be working hard for & all you see is climate catastrophe meanwhile you scroll down a little & see a skin care ad that’s like “fight aging”. i haven’t said anything here that hasn’t already been said by someone else, but imagine being 20/30-something & normal

my energy will always match yours, so if my energy is off, check yours