having many trinkets and books is so cool and fun until you realize you have to dust them

this is just my unprofessional opinion but fuck all that shit

*sensually whispering into your ear* sorry about who i am as a person

Someone being patient with you on your bad days is one of the softest forms of love

Never apologize for a late reply. I'm a "pick up where we left off" kinda person.

i feel like my brain is doing that thing where everything is kind of too much and also not enough at the same time

stop asking me how everything is going, i don’t know i’ve been ignoring it

Why is it so fucking loud in my head

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me

Im always like "i will not add my two cents. i will not add my two cents" but i cant lie the pennies are getting sweaty in my hand