You literally just have to get really good at continuing.

that coffee and pastry will save your life btw

anytime i talk to people i feel like i need to be shot.

google is it normal to look back on memories and feel as if you're watching someone else entirely

one must imagine the tumblr mutual happy

crack the egg of sympathy and make the omelette of compassion

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

where is shame stored in the body because i’m willing to part with a limb or two

"explain your answer" no. i used a calculator, and i do not care about this class