i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

i’ve healed myself so many times

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

hate when I type :) and this 🙂 fucker appears. Go away you evil soul

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt