lilyyy

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

HEARTBREAKING: friends who i should be going to the movies and playing dnd and watching anime and cosplaying and going to the mall and having sleepovers and exploring the woods with live one hundred trillion miles away

Shout out to Characters who are shells of their former selves! You died and you’re not coming back! You don’t recognize yourself and neither does anyone else, and it’s anyone’s guess what the fuck you’re supposed to be now!

Must not pick that scab off. It will not in fact get rid of the scab and just create a different scab. The scab is not done cooking yet. I am completely normal about scabs. <-gripping the edges of his chair so tightly the wood is starting to crack

You’d think that plants would be easy. Sunlight and water, right? But nooo. They have secret other needs and sometimes even when all of those are met they decide to just die anyways.

its a crime more people don't know about the silt verses. Happy pride to the grizzled, Irish, middle aged, aro-ace, every gods favorite, impossible to kill, mass murderer, manipulative woman known as Carpenter

Executive dysfunction is when there’s gas in the tank but no fuse. Either that or the engine is fine but the breaks don’t work. Or somehow both.

if we are mutuals we will be reborn into the same cicada horde