still gay and tired

i need to read everything ever before the end of the summer

im so sexy and fun and fucking doomed

This.

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

you will not feel stuck forever. you’re actually slowly but steadily moving forward in ways you don’t always notice.

let’s all quit our jobs and just go on walks

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then