The Gospel According To Amberlie

how do you get a nice body without moving

by learning to love yourself

wow

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*

see honestly i am the easiest person to impress because literally no one has ever really bought me flowers or taken me dancing or on a picnic or any of that romantic junk and i would just melt at any of it

i have this Huge Fear™ that no one will ever actually want me or love me.

It’s totally okay to say “you know what, this isn’t making me happy” and to walk away from whatever or whoever is keeping you from the happiness you deserve

Me, justifying skipping my 8am lecture to sleep