everyday i mourn that my parents did not make me study five languages during my critical window of language acquisition (2 to 7 years)

i have an insatiable hunger for connection and an inescapable urge to isolate myself from others and they play catch with my mortal soul like it’s some kind of bean bag or something

After 13 years of this, it's still funny to me that detailing a full mental breakdown on tumblr is standard fare, but posting a nice selfie is a fraught decision.

this is the correct way around and every other social media site is wrong

sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault

I feel like you guys are blogging without me

symbols have been fun but it's time for truth now.

Nature is not your trash can