ahhhhhh

ya i can be your housewifey *burns the hellofresh meal i was making bc i was looking at my own ass for 5 minutes

I can’t even raise my voice at my girl without her crying or getting all in her feelings but she talk to me like she’s 6’8 with 2 pistols

microdosing on living by going to the grocery store

*me lying to men* oh wow that’s so interesting

not being able to identify ur own emotions be like. i’m in a mood. a moody mood. the kind of mood that feels…. moody

I’m actually 5 mental disorders stacked on top of each other wearing a trench coat

i hate applying for jobs because the employers are always like: do you enjoy working in a stressful environment???? do you strive for unobtainable standards of perfection???? are you good at dealing with people that make you feel extremely uncomfortable??? do you mind losing real hours of your life in order to make minimum wage?? are you a fan of capitalism??? do you love selling your soul just so you can afford to live???

I love hairy legs😌👍🌞 peace and love on planat earth

I wish all writers who haven’t been able to write in a long time bc of depression a very I love u and I promise u will write again

Also applies to artists who draw, sing, paint, sew, dance, etc. If you haven’t been able to do your art in a long time bc of depression, it’s okay, you’re still a valid artist and i love you. 💖

i wish all the ppl on ed tumblr a very i love you and i'm sorry

*likes your personal post that i don’t fully understand or have context for just so you know i’m listening and i care about you*

babygirl what the fuck is your problem