so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

when i watch other people my age, i see that they have this kind of effortless way about them that i don’t think i’ll ever have. the way they talk to each other and the way they go out and pursue what interests them without having to think twice about it. the way they know how to conduct themselves, the way it all comes so naturally to them, like breathing or swimming or riding a bike. it’s like they all have something ingrained in them that i just don’t have, and it’s so embarrassing and it’s fucking killing me. i wish i knew how to be okay.

can’t talk right now i’m doing hot girl shit *screams inside a museum*

those who ask whether you’ve eaten or how you slept really really care for you

me every night when I sit in the dark stabbing my charger into my phone until I find the socket: don’t think of that post,don’t think of that post—