Anne On A Mouse

imposter syndrome is so funny like fuuuuck i hope nobody finds out im tricking people into thinking im competent by knowing things and doing them

(a bell rings, reminding me of previous times i have eaten) these memories are so good… might as well salivate. it’s my choice.

you know what truly disgusts me… being able to feel my own heartbeat. it’s bad. don’t need to actively know what’s going on in there. don’t need to feel that. it’s not any of my business

dogs love using their horizontal nature to stand in front of you

i dont have an angel and devil on my shoulder there's just a protestant telling me to work harder and a white buddhist who probably misunderstood buddhism telling me to stop wanting anything

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental