anjo

“They’re just fictional characters” ok then why do I feel like their heartache personally cracked my ribs?

a body count not as in homicide nor as in sexuality but as in the trail of people from my childhood and adolescence i should’ve been a better friend to and taken better care of but i was too busy being caught up in my own heartache to recognize their own and therefore our relationship tapered off in an extremely unsatisfying way that continuously manifests itself as a thrumming sense of grief in my chest. anyway which restaurant chains have the best free pre-meal bread?

im going to fix my entire life

When?

Like Um. later

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

don’t abandon joy because it is brief. don’t commit to solitude because happiness is fleeting. it’s okay that good things do not last forever. it’s okay to simply enjoy a thing for as long as you have it.

everything going downhill but at least there’s still phone in bed time am I right.. ahah am I right

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what

I might sound miserable most of the time but at my core I’m a very hopeful person

i dont know how people handle the world without looking at pictures of little tiny mice sitting on wheat

A truthberry might make you tell the truth... But a lieberry? A lieberry will loan you books