hiding from reality

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am too intense for people. I’ve also come to the realization that this isn’t a flaw.

ME literrally right now at 3 a.m. 

that moment when you’re speaking a foreign language and you suddenly realize that at one point all those sounds and words used to be meaningless but now you see them/hear them and you understand what’s going on and are able to react to them and hold a conversation idk that’s just wow

if you lose someone but find yourself, you won.

honestly fuck those photos where someone’s room has like one white blanket on the ground next to a plant with like two pastel sweaters on a clothes rack. welcome to my cluttered hellscape of a bedroom. there are no clean walls. clothes are erupting from every crevice. my bed has 14 pillows and none of the pillowcases match. where the hell is my representation on this damn website.

if a girl sends u saucy pics u gotta lose ur shit and act like u never seen a titty before its jus etiquette

If you think we need more asexual, pansexual, and bisexual characters in books today clap your hands