hot mess

honestly I wish I could be happy for real but I literally become suicidal at any slight inconvenience so that will clearly never happen

due to personal reasons i will isolate myself and induce a deep empty void inside myself.

you ever be so stressed and you look in the mirror and you’re like wow ok great I’m fucking ugly too

“what’s wrong with you?” bitch what isn’t

If you want to psychoanalyze me just follow me on spotify

drink tea you’ve never tried, reread your favorite book, get up to watch the sunrise, write a letter, listen to the birds, knit a bad sweater, bake an ugly cake, sing at the top of your lungs, jump crazily to some music. feel, really feel life without any restrictions, no matter the size. 

Idk what mad scientist needs to hear this today but your googles and lab coat are incredibly flattering and all your expirments will blow away the scientific community who called you a fool

your favorite flavor of chip says so much about you. for example, if it’s sour cream and onion, you’re correct and really sexy and cool. and if it’s not, you’re wrong