24 y.o. and just just doing shit🤷🏽‍♀️

I want y’all to understand that things not working out is a blessing too

Hello, potato. We meet again.

If I reblog can I stop eating trash croissants

torn between the desire for human connection and intimacy and the safety of not allowing anyone to be that close to me ever again

i be scrolling like theres a secret im gonna discover at the bottom of the feed

don’t be so hard on yourself. there will be days when you need a break. be mindful of your needs and respect your physical/mental limits.

being abused or neglected really makes it clear how many things are skills that nobody really treats as. skills. exercising autonomy is a skill. listening to your body is a skill. resting is a skill. being liked and being loved are skills. nobody tells you how to do this shit because nobody even told me I was supposed to have learnt these things when I was a kid. I kind of just have to manually figure out what makes me freak out and work from there. unfair as shit

dropping food when you're already sad is such an intense emotion. Just the most fucking wretched self indulgent pity. One time I spilled a bowl of ice cream when i had already spent most of the day sobbing and honestly im still chasing that high

party rockers in their bed tonight. every body just have a good night

and we wont let the bed bugs bite. we just wanna see you... sleeping

ohhh having a job is actually ruining my life.  ok