Sup Pup

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

trying not to think about how i missed out on teenage love, and i missed out on love in my 20s, and will probably miss out on love in my 30s and in my 40s and in my 50s and in my 60s and and and and

dude im stuck in a timeloop and the only way to get out is if you let me bite your thigh so hard i leave teeth marks. just trust me dude

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

I’m putting in my too weak notice.

beer before beer that's ✌️two beers