[puts several things in my coat pockets] inventory

nothing better than hiking in the forests, being alone with your mind for a bit, your nose being red from the cold whilst the rest of your body is just the right temperature, wild animals crossing your path, sun shining through misty trees

You know who I “stan”? My mom

Why the fuck should you be humble? I guarantee there’s some middle-aged white dude out there who doesn’t have a fraction of your talent but who strides through life with unwavering confidence in his abilities. If he isn’t humble, you sure as shit shouldn’t be.

oh to be that teen who wears tacky, stained clothes. dirt on my shoes, a tattered backpack, smudged eyeliner, crazy, unkemt hair. i want to carry around that old stuffed animal that i just can’t stop sleeping with. i want to listen to my cringey music and not be ashamed of it. i hate that teens are expected to be perfect, have perfect style, listen to only the best music. tacky should be acceptable! messy converse and poorly made gloves should be okay to wear! who doesn’t like a bit of acne, or those eye bags that never seem to go away? embrace the unconventional! who gives a shit about looks anyway?