if i drown i die. but if i die i'm dead.

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

it’s rotten work. to me if it’s me.

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas

ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself

So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow

listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.

identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something

ive been illegally downloading shit like its my job since i was 10

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.