a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

imagine hating me and it’s just me in my room evil and mean and deserving of your loath

"the education system traumatizes students it deems stupid" and "the education system traumatizes students it deems gifted" are two concepts that can and should coexist.

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i havent done anything or been anyone ever

tired of pretending to be chill. i am insane.

get in babe we're 30 year old women we're having formative experiences that our teenage years denied us

obsessed with whatever distracts me from the horrors of being alive

my heart says yes but my anxiety says no

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it

I need everyone who is mean to start being kind and nice NOW

I want to be heard (doesn’t speak) I want to be understood (doesn’t explain) I want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)

is that simple task bothering you queen

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