i would give you every hope back, do you know that? if i could, i’d fix us both a table for tea and we could sit under a sunbeam. and i’ll read you poetry and you could tell me - i do not chase happy, it chases me. i’ll feed you every half of every cookie. divide up life like - one for you and one for me.

being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all

body parts that need regular moisturising are literally so fucking stupid like. my brother in christ we’re 60% water