I like big books and I cannot lie.

my personality is so manufactured. i own none of it. my handwriting comes from the girl i sat next to in fourth grade, my sense of humor comes from my best friend in third grade, the way i sit comes from the lead character in a movie i once watched, the way i type comes from one of my classmates in sixth grade.... am i not allowed to have something to myself? am i not allowed to be someone?

being on tumblr at weird hours when just a couple of mutuals are online feels like going to get a glass of water late at night and finding one of your housemates still up like reading a book under a lamp in the living room

Maximum levels of petty.

u ever get really apathetic about your interests for no reason so u just start cycling through all your past hyperfixations in ur head out of an inexplicable need to feel passion for something

sometimes i’m at home just being like where can i find that rami malek twin video and truly, truly this is one of the most cinematic, tangibly exciting, FULFILLING TO THE CORE videos i have ever seen on the internet. 

Every time I rewatch Parks, and this episode comes on, I get excited solely for this scene. The way Ben gets the phone and dials Tom… I lose it every single time.