Bird

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

being alive is to have life telling you ‘ok now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave’ over and over and over until you learn it & then have to learn it again

the worst person you know thinks they're super empathetic. the kindest person you know thinks they're fucked up and evil

still so many first times to look forward to

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

ok guys but imagine how hard it's gonna hit if something good ever happens again

identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of