when the clock is at :45 it’s like. oh i have a whole quarter of the hour left i have so much time this is great and then it hits :47 and you’re like it’s basically :50 which is basically the top of the hour and all my time is wasted forever and ever

people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now

The older this post gets the funnier it becomes

My cousin born in 2000 is a licensed psychologist.

that’s how fucked up our world is now

don't care + didn't ask + hope you're cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress

how are people mean to stuffed animals one time i was trying to clean up my room and tried to justify giving away a stuffed animal by saying 'well its a little ugly' and immediately i was just overwhelmed with monstrous guilt and i understood the concept of a catholic hell and i was going there

Physical touch/intimacy as a love language isn’t just sex. It’s their hand resting on your leg during conversation. It’s being held in their arms and listening to their heart beat. Holding hands. Back massages. Their hands in your hair. It’s about connecting and communicating love with your bodies.

*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.

don’t think i can call it a hyperfixation anymore fam im afraid im just long term insane about this piece of media

Anyways I'm pretty sure the meaning of life is straddling someone's lap, smiling against their mouth as you kiss them, with their hands sliding under the back of your shirt

Please stop interacting with me. There are too many notifications.

hey, don't cry. pierced nipples in tight shirts, okay?