how we act alone when we don’t feel like we have witnesses.. that is the genuine self.. me walking around my room punching the air talking to myself in a bad southern accent, that’s ME baby. you’re never going to know me like i know me. haha.

I’m looking forward to the day where I can be that cliche girl that studies and gets shit done in a coffee shop or library, with my head always in a book and daydreams filling my head. Just imagine. A cup of coffee to the left, books stacked high beside you, knowing you’ve accomplished so many things, and that feeling that you’re finally getting somewhere. And you’re okay for once in your life. You’re okay.

2019 isn’t going to be any different unless you actually put effort in to change it

u can tell who the ancients of tumblr are bc they’re the ones not posting anything abt where to find them if this site collapses…we know this site isnt going anywhere….the apocalypse couldnt stop this garbage…..it has the cybernetic code of a cockroach

yeah…I’m a classic rock fan…ever heard of the Beatles? doubt it…they’re prob too old for you….pop music sucks…who is Katy Kerry? idk…ok…I’m gonna listen to guns n roses greatest hits on my iPod….woaaaaah……..sweet child o mine….classic song….uve never heard it….

2013 was a simpler time

a date concept: we listen to the dark side of the moon and don’t say a word

can’t believe this life thing is still going on

I’m too comfortable in solitude. The company of others is an option, not a necessity.

no more fucking mental hospitals in horror. stop making these places terrifying. stop stigmatizing the people who go to these places for help. no more fucking “schizophrenic” people in straight jackets. no more “psychotic” killers. we are people, not props. for fucks sake life is hard enough already.