Say it with me: I owe it to myself to see how good it can get.

i don't understand why everybody is afraid of adult conversations. you don't like me? tell me. you don't wanna talk to me? don't ignore me. you mad at me? Iet me know. i'm wrong? let's talk. we don't agree? share your view points. its not that hard.

nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

still living with my parents as an adult is just like. i'm grateful to not have to pay for groceries. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to have a roof over my head and not have to pay rent. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to not have to worry about sending out endless job applications that all lead to nowhere. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful i'm grateful i'm so fucking grateful. i have to get out of here

my favorite love language is trying, actually

like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying

This really is my life and i will make it beautiful