Lost In The Magic

There’s something so inherently mystical about swimming to the bottom of a pool to retrieve something. Just gracefully swooping down with a purpose and puttering to the quiet bottom. I mean, yeah, I’m probably retreaving a lost toe ring or one of those soggy water ball things, but damn if I don’t feel like a mermaid princess searching for hidden treasure.

I hate that I can't just do stuff lol my brain is like "well I don't wanna therefore I can't" like bro just act normal

girls after saying something smart: So yeah

i’ll kick anyone’s ass. i’ll kick your ass. i’ll kick your dog’s ass. i’ll kick my own ass

can someone please explain how it’s possible that every single month this year ended as quickly as it started and yet this whole year has felt like an eternity

physically i'm in july, but mentally i’m still processing february.

the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand