best part of tumblr is; i come here, reblog and i leave.

oh my god im going fucking crazy *continues to live exactly the same*

florence was so wrong for writing the line “what a thing to admit, when someone looks at me with real love, i don’t like it very much. kinda makes me feel like i’m being crushed” like how COULD SHE

i swear im not a music snob i dont listen to anything to be artsy im just mentally ill and like music that makes my brain feel like poprocks

being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out. 

running up the hill to make a deal with god again. anyone need anything