упс.

i think i'm having this realization about myself that i've internalized a very ideal & unrealistic version of belonging that does not actually exist. like i could really belong in a group of people, and still somehow i'd convince myself that i'm an outlier. maybe it's years of introversion, but anyone who's gone through the introvert to extrovert/introvert to a little less introverted pipeline knows it's a weird fucking feeling to mesh w people but have your mind trick you into thinking you don't

i love suffering with a nice soundtrack

the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.

It’s about intrinsic loneliness like, a loneliness that feels like coming home