the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

I understand old men sitting on porches staring at an empty field more now than ever.

Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend

Like “you consumed my every waking moment for six entire months, and now I haven’t thought about you in years…I miss that passion”

being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store

i want to think of it more as “my future is waiting for me patiently” than “i am waiting impatiently for my future”

i love you consistent meals i love you steady blood sugar i love you little snacks i love you non-diet foods i love you full-fat yogurt i love you sugary drinks i love you intuitive eating i love you full stomach i love you breaking free from diet culture i love you body that just wants to keep me alive

brown eyes so dark they look black are the best actually and I don't give a fuck about sunlight hitting them to make them lighter either I want to be consumed by the inky abyss

kneeling down beside my bed and folding my hands and closing my eyes: dear god please let me have some gay sex soon and also maybe let me win the lottery so i never have to get a job again. okay goodbye i mean amen