new decade

every girl should be allowed to lie on the floor for 16 hours a day to cope with the agonies

it will pass but like can i at least get an eta

me waking up every day: the show must go on

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

my love language is ruining my sleep schedule to talk to you

Self conscious but I still sent you nudes

Still trying to come to terms with the fact I'll never be a librarian who can speak a dead language and be recruited by a ruggish but handsome explorer for a quest to lift the curse and save the world