Call me Theta

Love seeing little pawprints. So fucking magical. There was a little guy here.

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

I hope you never outgrow being excited by bookstores, listening to the rain, flowers and finding the perfect mug.

I think any time anyone has a migraine $2,000 should be directly deposited in their bank account as compensation

There is always something to learn, there is always something to love

my bad for assuming everyone has critical thinking skills btw

i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)

being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot