in a word, unfocused

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

my kid has started to write stories and like, no lies, they’re funny as fuck

“everyone knows those quiet girls. the ones who never say anything at school unless a teacher makes them. the ones who you see every day but don’t know what they sound like when they laugh. lindsey is not one of those girls, but the teacher wishes she was.”

hopeless time loop. the way out isn’t to save everyone. the way out isn’t to save even one person. the way out isn’t to change anything. the way out is accepting how it happened the first time is how it always will be. that’s how you acted, that’s how they acted, that’s how you would have acted every time if you weren’t given the curse of hindsight. the way out is accepting you can’t fix the past; you can only forgive yourself for it.

But the coolest part of that time-direction study, was there didn’t seem to be a consistent pattern to how aboriginal Australians arranged the images, until it was realized that the issue was where the participant was sitting, because they were consistently arranging them East to West.

It's not a surprise that Eddie blew up at Buck in the grocery store after this because this chemically rewired him.

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

for the 2025 no resolutions just radical acceptance pile

automated text reply that just says YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY PERSON I AM LETTING DOWN

Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.

my favorite conspiracy theory is that things will get better

wait it's dst this weekend where's the cher image