The Sometimes Fictional, but mostly Factual Tumblr

Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that

I just keep clicking it, I'm a huge figeter

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

i love to be the most laidback customer to ever grace an establishment. comrade i will wait one william years for your goods and services

"you're so resilient" thanks it was either that or killing myself

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It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were.

hate when I'm trying to just take a normal drink but it turns out I'm thirstier than I thought so I end up gulping it down like a goddamn cartoon characer. the indignity of water lust.

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this