Were my footsteps too loud?

bold of me to constantly use the phrase “no worries!” when I am, in fact, constantly full of many worries

failure anxiety really is psychological torture

you can't bring yourself to start any task because of the possibility that you'll fail to produce anything of value and end up not only having to confront the fact that you were never capable of doing it, but that you wasted time and energy trying. but every second you don't spend working on it your brain is screaming at you that you're losing valuable time and only increasing the probability of failure.

and every success you've had in the past does nothing to reduce your anxiety, and in fact only makes it worse, because you feel like you've given other people expectations of you that are impossible to meet, since as far as you're concerned all your previous achievements are the result of chance and not your abilities and skills.

adulthood is like....I’m trying to get back into the concept of having hobbies

getting out of bed in winter is actually like stepping into antarctica

remember 2013 when you could just say something like "pornhub is just How It's Made for babies" and everyone would be like "hoLY COW ARE YOU ON drUGS xD THE NIGHTBLOGGERS ARE HERE" *122 supernatural gifs* *30 links to a scam website* *random selfies of people reacting to the post*

I see 21 colors. I had no idea there are so many more.

I see 35-39 colours, and I hate the colour yellow. That was actually what made me curious enough to stop scrolling and count. Who knew there was a scientific reason behind my colour preferences? So the idea here is that what I see as annoyingly, garishly bright, most people don’t see as clearly, and that’s why it’s “cheerful?” (I’ve never understood that description of yellow.)

I barely saw 18 or 19. Dang :/

Im fucking colorblind

What the heck, I see 37 or so. (Also not a fan of yellow.)