it's a wild time to be alive

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

ending a social interaction with a friend and thinking "I think we grew a little bit closer today." in my head as if I'm a dating game protagonist

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

What do you guys do for work. Job share time. I want to know

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus

i think its charming when peoples personal lives improve and they get drastically worse at posting

My hope for whoever is reading this is that your life starts making sense and coming together. I hope the good days are right around the corner for you.

a lot of stories are about the fantasy of someone going to find you when u disappear from a group function

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

being at work while your personal life is falling apart has to be among the top 3 worst human experiences. You’re at your absolute lowest and someone wants to circle back on an email…… unreal

eating would be fine if it was only a recreational activity. instead, its a horrible sisiphean nightmare and you need to do it every day without fail on threat of pain and death

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

most tragic thing about wanting to see more stuff of your oc is that the c is o and YOU have to make the stuff. devastating. why can’t art of my beautiful baby just appear in my hands. just materialize under my pillow, like from the tooth fairy