I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

If you stay up late to hang out with friends I don’t think you should have to be tired in the morning. I think it should be a freebie

I don’t know of this is my frontal lobe developing or whatever but I’m becoming so self aware

the for you page on tumblr is actually a free blocklist of the worst people with the worst takes youve ever seen