𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲

why are we here? just to suffer? every day my brain is like "let's invent fake people" and then gives me Big Feelings about them

no ad is as powerful as a tumblr mutual who has a new hyperfixation 

I’m in this photo and I’m trying to make everyone else like it.

the mortifying ordeal of admitting you do want to be loved vs the mortifying ordeal of not wanting ppl to pity you or feel bad for u vs the mortifying ordeal of wanting to reciprocate affection but being useless vs the mortifying ordeal of being careless with others and actually feeling bad vs the mortifying ordeal of being perceived as vulnerable at all.

this next cup of coffee will fix me going on this walk around the neighbourhood will fix me this hot shower in the dark will fix me listening to this song again for the 90th time will fix me yelling at passing cars from behind my closed window will fix me blasting a movie at 60% volume will fix me laying on the floor will fi

tumblr is the safest social media to open in public bc nobody recognises its interface. if u recognise it thats ur problem