i’d run into a burning room

ever since i was a little girl i've been mad as hell

we were never meant to see everyones opinions all the time

talking to people online is always like "i should watch that" "i should read that" "i should play that" there are so many things in the world. this is why i am never going to die

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

good morning it's don't crash out Thursday where we try our hardest not to crash out. on Thursday

Everything is $49 these days. I simply can’t fathom how anytime I want or need anything it’s always just $49. I’m sick of how every company wants $49 from me. My chest hurts.

It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

You should be able to say “don’t touch me” to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something it’s this

I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend