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i drinka the coffee i get big

real yearners miss shit that never even happened

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

can i get a fucking ETA on “this too shall pass”?

I've failed to read rooms I was alone in

proud of anyone putting effort into becoming a better version of themselves

worst thing about a job is that you have to. keep showing up. like you have to. you gotta.

isolation the most goated coping mechanism i love talking to no one and losing my mind alone

there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

Tomorrow? like the thing that killed Macbeth?