Life is good...when you're a panda.

i feel like im in the sims where it takes 5 hours to make pasta and then u have to immediately go to bed

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me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in

we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything

walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I didn’t have to be scared of every man and car I see after 8pm

you know how some people having resting bitch face? i have resting dissociation face. people ask me on the reg if i am like okay or dying or what because my neutral expression is just a vacant stare with a hint of existential dread