i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

if you want you can come meet me in the astral realm tonight and we can hug

this is from standing on the shoulders of complex female characters by rayne fisher-quann

obsessed with the opposite of the childhood friends trope. what if we were just some guys meeting for the first time with like. no significance

what if we never had that long and complicated history that leads us to continually justify each other’s actions. what if i never had any hand in your sculpting and now i’m left with the final, hardened figure you’ve since become. what if loving myself and loving you were suddenly two different things. there’s no overlap between you and me. then what. then i’d have to know you on purpose

college is like. i am the stupidest person in the world. i am a god. i am universally loved. these people only tolerate me because they live with me. everyone in this library desires me carnally. i am repulsive. i am myself. i am as far from myself as i have ever been. i am an adult and i have never left the womb. 

i am trying to make myself a new person. all i want to be is my old self. high schoolers on college tours find me mysterious and mature. i am a bumbling fool. i am marketable. i am only here to learn. i can make this place my home. the idea of having a home besides the one i grew up in makes me sick. i was admitted for a reason. they actually sent my rejection letter to the wrong person. i am always growing but hopelessly stagnant.