oh, my costis. oh, my friend.

and you know what it's fine. it's whatever. i'd just like to feel like an actual adult human person every now and then

drinking a beer and eating a bag of hawkins cheezies fabriqué avec du real 🍁 cheddar fromage and entering into my Real Human Being au maladaptive daydreamscape. uh oh sisters! pass the metamucil and a prescription strength naproxen, it's gonna be a goofy one pour de vrai

the thing about my mom is that she can't really wrap her head around the concept of an insane mother bc her own mother is distinctly not insane. she's just like this all on her own <3

god loves you but not enough to save you etc

like it's kind of bad tbh

ok like here's the thing you'll be 17 and going downhill mentally and living at home with an insane parent and thinking to yourself "if i don't get out of this house soon my brain will literally melt fr" and then 12 years later at 29 you'll still be stuck with aforementioned insane parent and you'll realize that you were right and your brain DID melt a little bit fr

everyday living with your parents is like hello Snivelling Worm Creature.. a very big decision lies before you... will you try to silently bear unbearable bullshit or attempt to have a conversation with them during which they'll dodge every single point you try to make with the agility of an olympic athlete and will behave in such a way as to make you wonder if they're suffering from early onset dementia? both of these options will make you feel vaguely subhuman and distinctly kafkaesque ❤️