Random Pretty Pictures I Take

My toxic trait is that no matter what I need three hours to myself at the end of the day to do absolutely nothing.

This but put me on the phone with someone

today i just (remembers to maintain privacy online) did something really cool. you have to trust me

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

tick tock.... ibuprofen..... when are you kicking in.......

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

fuck health issues fr. i should have a little screen that tells me exactly whats wrong and whag to do about it

everyone get more non-sexually intimate with your close friends right now !!!! or sexually if thats your jam im not the horny police

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.