I can’t even escape math on tumblr

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

“you’re out of my league” is somehow the most romantic statement, like?? if someone stared me in the eyes and told me i was out of their league i think i would die

anyway ladies be gay, read books, do crime

oh to be standing next to a stranger, staring at the same painting in an art museum, an unspoken romance between us

is anyone else startled whenever someone casually says your name at the end of a sentence?? like “that was really insightful of you ___” or “thank you for helping me ___” because it’s like: i exist to you??? you associate a name with my presence??? you think of me??? i’m going insane

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.