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ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.

I open Tumblr like it’s a fridge, expecting something new.

Toxic trait is I wanna be a surgeon and also wanna be a pianist and also wanna be a writer and also wanna read all the books in the world but I also want to be a normal 23 year old girl who sees friends and has her messy flings but I also don’t want to be mediocre at it all and also afraid it’s too much but also want to do it all but also don’t want to seem like I’m posturing about doing it but also want reassurance but also know I need to be self directed and not give a fuck. So the solution is to buy a new gold heart shaped necklace.

That’s why I love tumblr. No one knows me and no one cares

i loveeeeeee nonlinear storytelling. show me where we are. now show me how we got here. the end before the beginning. show me how it was inevitable or how many chances we had to change things(nothing was ever going to change). let's meet in the middle as all the puzzle pieces slide into place hell yeah that's the good shit.