a heart is a heavy burden

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

the social norm of “its your ethical responsibility to be constantly aware of, and angry about, every bad thing happening in the world at all times, even if you can’t possibly do anything about it” is possibly the best way I can imagine to create burnout and cynicism and depression in a population, so good job guys

Life is really just returning back to yourself over and over and over again.

behind every hot girl is a tbr of 100+ books

fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (you’re walking your bike up the last hill into town wearing your school uniform. i’m hanging out the passenger side window of my best friend’s car. your hands are beautiful. we know nothing about each other. you disappear in the rear view mirror. i close my eyes and send up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to god. i say please. i have never said please in my life)

i love you skin strokes i love you intertwined fingers i love you entangling your hands through someone’s hair i love you sitting so close to each other that you’re touching i love you mindless side hugs i love you soft touches i love you casual intimacy

normal girl no symptoms

“kill them with kindness” wrong. saw trap.

cut it out with till death do us part. i will find you in this life and reality and the next one and the next one and the next one

i love antique stores you go to check out & theyre like “where the hell did you get this”