This is me trying.

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

so many songs to listen to. so many books to read. so many things to watch. so much stuff to write. i think i will sit here and decompose

Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.

All i want is… financial stability.. nice skin…. fluency in my target languages…

Being a person who feels things deeply is exhausting

i love ignoring things….. people…. problems …. responsibilities……feelings…..

me: I’m doing pretty well, I feel pretty good me ten minutes later: not once in my life have I ever been ok

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

me after 15 seconds of work: i just cant do this anymore