fuck

I’ve missed you longer than I got to love you.

Evil Shakespeare be like: MacDeath

why is everything so hard but not actually that hard just i cant do it

Some days really test you

once these 15 million different stressful situations resolve themselves I’m gonna be so normal again. I can be normal and not exhausted

me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way

they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan

WASHING THE FUCKING PAN AGAIN!!!!!

I need a camping trip. In the greenest most private part of the woods with a river near by. Ohh and to fuck right outside in the open. And then make smores.

suicide note that says "don't let them think the haters won I just had other shit going on"