ineffable

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked

i hate this popular sentiment that's like "nobody cares about your baby" "nobody cares what you had for dinner" "nobody cares about your spotify wrapped" like ok why are you on social media following people whose lives you don't care about. there's an easy fix for that

2023 is the year for asking the burning questions like "What if David Tennant came back to play a queer, nonbinary, nearly-immortal, otherworldly being that loves Earth and whose greatest adversary list somehow includes a cup of coffee?"

People be like "random good omens headcanon" and proceed to say the most devastating soul crushing thing known to men

(okay no, but put in the tags something youre the unofficial influencer of. Like something youve purchased enough, used enough, bragged about and endorsed enough to others that you should be an influencer for)

my advice for not going insane? try to do something every weekend. go to events, you’ll love events. and not like just hang out with ur friends or go clubbing , no, make a day out of going to some local market by yourself or attend some strange convention event you’ve never heard of. i cannot stress the importance of doing random events on a friday night or saturday or a sunday at r pm for mentally ill people especially if you’re depressed and have been searching for an anchor 2 tether yourself to. attend some events now

Novembers are always a bad month for my brain. So when I saw a roadside sign for a craft fair this weekend at a local highschool, I just changed course and went right there and then. And it was Great. Found some neat things, but most importantly, kept my brain out of November Mode. Highly recommend Doing Things.