i like to pretend i’m a heartless apathetic b*tch but in reality i’m a baby who cares a fucking lot and emotionally invests myself in everything and is hurt 98.3% of the time

But, can I risk it….? No clearly.

This really doesn’t happen

This is the money courage, reblog at your leisure for wealth, positivity and good fortune. Add any negativity to this post and a man will appear outside your home yelling “return the slab” over and over.

Yes

when will i be someone’s cinnamon roll

I would like to trust somebody and be right about it

The problem with a mental illness is you can be fine for a while. Just completely and totally functional like a normal person. Then for no reason whatsoever you feel that overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, sadness, or worry. And it feels like you’re just back to square one. The sudden feeling that you don’t matter always comes back. The worst part is you can never explain to someone why, it’s just how your mind works.

me in my head at the supermarket: nobody is ever going to fucking love me. omg 25% off

masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.

me @ dinner parties