my comfort shit

i am full of love and also fatigue

everyone is becoming way too comfortable about being horrible people

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

They should invent a job that i actually want to do

mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately

i miss every girl in my life who was nice to me

Male gaze this. Female gaze that. What about my wide-eyed gaze, we're singing in the car, getting lost upstate?

it feels like i am running away from the world but at the same time i am searching for a home

let’s see if this extra cup of coffee makes me good or evil

"likes mean nothing on tumblr" you're sending me a little heart. that's not nothing it's your heart. look here's one for you <3

they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to