月影

me in therapy

accidentally wrote “never mill yourself” like yeah i don’t think anyone would do that unless they’re wheat or perhaps a rice

im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

hey is anyone else sick of having to adapt to horrible conditions over and over again

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it

love the genre of discourse that’s like “the world used to be [thing it never was] but now society is [I’m over thirty]”

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of