Imagine I was calm and normal about things

It’s actually crazy how bad feeling bad feels

i know they say no one is coming to save you but why the fuck not

i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

felt ok but then remembered

Every single day this month has been like Okay sure. Okay sure what the hell. Okay sure. I guess

i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows

Paramore was right. Hard times

are we even trying to fight the shackles anymore or has everyone just gotten comfy with them

ever since i was a little girl i knew i was doomed to take things too seriously and think about them forever

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

my body is not a soft animal you dumb asshole i need amphetamines

A black cat crossing your path is actually good luck on account of you get to see a cat

formative years? aren’t they all?

the day is gonna end anyway and your warm bed will be waiting so you might as well do the hard things and not let them ruin your day