they reblogged me into smithereens. i am naught but fractions of myself scattered across blogs

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

it's thousand yard stare summer

hey sorry to be so sappy but dan and phil willingly and joyfully had their mii selves get married. it was the whole point. they worked towards their characters falling in love and committing to each other. for us. in front of us. they thought it was cute. hard launch era i love you.

simple - i wake up , i’m pissed off

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

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

I feel unlovable and it breaks my heart daily 

does anyone actually like me for who i am and not what i can give? just wondering

im full of too much whimsy (mental health issues)