oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys

ai could simply never create a body of fanfictional work that is so revealing about the author that it borders on humiliating.

seems like my dedication to my isolation isn’t going to save me. that’s crazyyyyy

ugh. forget everything i’ve ever said. unless you thought it was smart or funny in which case remember it forever

(guy who doesnt even like dating) ok well does anyone want to get entranced by my whole deal or no.

I go on Tumblr, I feel basic. I go out into the real world and people look at me like I fell out of a ufo

When I fail to respond it's an homage to letters getting lost at sea

Yumi Sakugawa

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it