don't you mind?

the problem is that I want to know everything in the world but also I can't seem to do my laundry when I'm supposed to, rendering me absolutely useless

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

i would have suuuch a bad time if i lived in adventure time i would eat a hot dog and it would turn out to be a princess or whatever and i’d plead diplomatic immunity but the cop is a banana who has only ever been taught capital punishment by his war crime lesbian overlord and then i would get publicly guillotined in the candy kingdom and the last thing i ever heard before my head fell off would be a teen boy going “oh my björk that was hella wooble shambalooby!”

i make decisions n then i’m like . is this even what i Want

I just can’t believe we’re expected to interact with people normally after the past two years as if my sanity hasn’t cracked like a fucking glow stick

i can’t believe me “trying my best” is just me showering regularly and eating normally. mental illness is so humbling 

will never get over the fact that we can love people despite there being countries between us. we can miss people we’ve never seen in person. we can connect and bond over hundreds of things without ever needing to be in each others physical presence. we can have half the globe between us and love never falters.

my soul feels sick and i wish i knew what to do