Basically A Mess But It’s Mine

interesting how in classic literature men kept writing women who weren’t interested in boys and marriage as the most evil creatures. vapid, childish, wasteful… most of those female characters just wanted to read poetry and chill but apparently they’re evil because they’re based on some girl who didn’t let the writer smash. fucking XIXth century incels. male entitlement is timeless

*hides under blanket for entire day* oh wow where did all the time go

i pay attention to shit you wouldn’t even think i’m paying attention to.

umbrella handles be like. J

i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself

the way money just disappears when you buy something is very cursed and I don’t like it.

it’s kind of fun and saucy not having any kind of diagnosis on what my issue is mentally like it’s definitely not all okay up there but i don’t have a name for it so i feel like a medieval peasant plagued by a demon

I hope one day we all look back to all our struggles in life and realise “I’m glad I never gave up”.

literally my last brain cell is working as hard as she can

It fuckin wimdy

also Mood: let’s drink wine and talk about how depressed we are