An imagined version of yourself living happily in an alternate universe is a kind of dead wife

“are you okay” no bro i constantly feel like i am too much but simultaneously not enough

a core part of being on tumblr is watching the site kick itself in the dick

i’m really sorry about my behavior. you see, growing up, my family- *remembers blaming all my problems on other people is really annoying and unhealthy* i mean. i am responsible for all the evils of this world and i bear sins like the sky bears the stars

every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture

i hope march lands softly like a bird on your shoulder and sings the sweetest song for you i hope its light drenches your soul i hope it leaves you stunned by its tenderness and more hopeful than ever

i am an unreliable narrator both because i do not remember and also i love to lie

we were never meant to see everyones opinions all the time

extends and spreads my feelers to detect new information

surprisingly difficult pill to swallow: most people are not playing 8 dimensional mind chess and can be taken at face value