i need to do everything i have motivation to do nothing

if you're washed chopped and cooked then you might be vegetables

i would love to go to bed when i plan to, but unfortunately the person in charge of me is me and that bitch LOVES screentime and poor decisions

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

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

they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind

i’m just tryna have a nice time despite knowing facts and information

the older you get, you just want to live a calm life. become a woman who just wants peace. loves solitude, no drama. just living well and around the people that genuinely love you.

I love other writers so much because every writer I've ever met is genuinely and utterly deranged on a level only writers can achieve

hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man