sometimes it feels like we grew up too fast.

sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

just once in my life i wanna get up in the morning without going through the full seven stages of grief first

look i know it’s a bold move but let’s start giving characters happy endings again

those glow-up posts where its like them at 16 wearing no makeup being a young teenager to them at 20 wearing a glam face like “I used to be ugly, there is hope” I’m like jlhjkhlg;pt[fb I can’t get behind them!!!! and people are like “yes queen!! icon!!” and I’m like huh jkhljknhlgy not wearing makeup and being like….16 doesn’t make you ugly and I hate that young teenagers are seeing those posts like…oh I need to wear a full-face of makeup to “glow-up”

finally i can feel like a snail again

Again.

Stage 5: Mlem

“someone else could do it better than me” not relevant babe, no one else is gonna do it. You can’t do a mediocre job if you’re the only one doing it

having cash is like having secret money. like whos gonna find out i’m buying tacos with this crisp $20 bill??? not my bank account, that’s for sure

She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.”

His name was jarred hes nineteen

When his parents built a very strange machine

watch that scene dig in the dancing queen

aaaay macarena 

Horrible job everyone