Those Are Our Genes At Work!

where do people get energy from

all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

sorry to anyone who followed me for anything. you're not getting that

teaching yourself to not give up when things get hard is like super important and really worth it. the unfortunate side of it is when things get hard and you wanna give up you're self aware about it so you just say "nevertheless we persevere" but with bags under your eyes and slumped shoulders until you find joy again. like yeah i guess i'm just gonna tie my shoe laces a little tighter so the mud doesn't seep in cause i'm about to go slogging through it willingly. like if it wasn't serving me i would give up because i don't have the time or energy for that but unfortunately it is, so we must endure until it feels good again, i guess.

I’m a lover by nature except for when I’m a wretched hater cunt bitch which I also am by nature

i cannot keep doing 6-8 episodes shows anymore guys. she's gone as soon i get to know her

environmental storytelling.

I want to be heard (doesn’t speak) I want to be understood (doesn’t explain) I want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)

i bet it feels good as fuck to feel good

crazy how i find myself thinking i've got a handle on it all finally and then i see the ways that other people tangle their lives together so easily and live so easily together with their friends and i feel like that girl at the top of the stairs painting by norman rockwell