*washes hands with my tears*

I have one brain cell and it has depression

it will get better. but it will also get worse, and then it will get better again. and that’s how it will be forever and it’s okay

my favorite love language is trying, actually

why does my future depend on me i dont like this

what are they going to do about the fact that you can never go back

half avoidant on my father's side

so it truly does hit you on a random december afternoon how much life has changed since last year

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever missed by those who don’t speak to me anymore.

You really do get over it on a random day.

I miss when tumblr didn’t have ads

when it's almost 2026 but the person I was in 2020 wouldn't even recognize me anymore.

Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

im well aware, but im also delusional as fuck so its a balance fr