When People Fall in Love, They Burst into Flames

sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be

the worst part about being an adult is that no matter how sad you get, the show must go on.

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes

adult friendships are so dumb like yeah i think i can find a time to hang. how’s february 17th at 4pm

At my big age I’m somehow still surprised and appalled and scandalized when I’m faced with realities like when you don’t eat you are hungry, and when you don’t sleep you are tired

the greatest thing about having a cat is it just scratches my inherent itch to be annoying. life is just so much better when you can walk through your living room and point at the animal minding her own business on the couch and go “itsababyyyyy” in a really fucking stupid voice

Girl who is about to tell you the saddest fucking thing you've ever heard in your life: Okay so funny story actually, when I was a kid-

it's NO-vember. Don't ask me for shit

all i can say is that the traumatized little girl version of me who moved strangely through the world and was emotionally neglected didn’t just disappear because she got older. she’s still there inside of me and she comes out more often than i realize. i was given so many names at birth that i can give her one and call my present self another. and i take care of her, nurture her, parent her, and calm her down. she didn’t deserve what she got and she is still inside of me and she always will be. i carry her with me and i protect and love her.

Not to sound like a dumbass motivational poster or anything but as former gifted kids we’ve gotta get into our heads that difficult does not mean impossible. I’m talking to myself too here. We’ve gotta build up our tolerance for things taking a lot of effort to get good at them.

honestly it seems really unfair that if you have a shitty childhood you have to deal with all these extra problems once you’re older. i think that you should get to have some kind of beam attack and a double jump instead

''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

come on brain yip yip