Ah! This Morning! I Have Lived Since Then

if I had even slightly less self control I would reblog the "tumblr is a nightmare for people with ocd" post 500 times a day but I think we all know this already. hoooooooooooooooooly shit

astonishing how good it can feel to get some chores done sometimes. you’ll be sitting there like damn i am some type of horrid little smeagol like creature who should be crushed to death. but then you do some laundry and you’re like wrow. im actually gods most fuckable soldier.

nobody knows where the economy comes from

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

Keep salting the wound I'm close

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

we are in the midst of a friday ass thursday. keep your wits about you.

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours