Carlyanne

you butternut fuck, you honey roasted shit

not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties

I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time

*puts a flower in my hair and moves on*

wish i was snuggling not struggling

Beds are just shelves for human when they are not being used.

🌹 a rose, for everyone who’s sad today. you are loved.

When you deal with mental illness it becomes painfully obvious that “How are you” is a greeting rather than an actual inquiry into your well-being, so the first one is a canned response but the second one gets real

me, with tears in my eyes: time to make a joke

find someone that knows how to calm your storms