c'est la vie

*flirting with an older man* when i was born you had already attempted suicide once

the melancholic brunette in me recognizes the melancholic brunette in you

you can post on tumblr even when you're trying to take a break from social media it literally doesn't count. it's like pepsi max, or pescatarianism

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be weird and strange and silly

Life is a series of returning to yourself, over and over again.

we must try to find some small joy in this life because it is actually all we have

it’s rotten work. to me if it’s me.

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

and yet they keep making movies with the hopes that one day humanity will discover a way to watch them. it's so inspiring

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

I blame everything on social media. And I’m right. It stole real life from us it’s psychological warfare did they even do research on it before releasing it like on lab rats? The rats would’ve probably all killed themselves

whatever needs to be said was said in iris by the goo goo dolls

someone commented on a clip from a period drama with something like “is it just me or does anyone else have a hard time connecting with characters if they don’t exist in the modern day?” nah, wild thing to say. I actually have the opposite problem. I have a hard time consuming media set in the present day/past 20 years. a character will pull out an iPhone and text their love interest and I’ll feel disgust and secondhand embarrassment for reasons I cannot fully explain.

formative years? aren’t they all?

the part of adulthood that no one ever warns you about is the amount of surfaces you need to acquire to put your things and trinkets on

Your self respect has to be greater than your desire to be loved.

*gun shot*

ive had enough of you and your amazing digital antics