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it will pass but like can i at least get an eta

staying up until 1am with your friends is like. wow we’re so fucking cool we’re so fucking badass we should go on a road trip or become famous or maybe hang out here forever because i dont wanna be anywhere that isnt with you guys im so full of love and joy and a live fast die young mentality. and staying up until 1am by yourself is like. for the third time this year i am genuinely contemplating suicide. good thing i dont have the executive function to clean up my room

God the 11 year old girls you put on this earth to climb trees and play with plastic animals are buying foundation at the drug store

sorry for fucking up our conversation i had never had that one before

this august do whatever you want and stay up late

maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time

“is it weird to do this alone?” “is it pathetic to do that alone?” every day I pray you guys realize that sometimes doing things alone is the best way to do them

i do believe on some level that real love is ugly. i think we’ve convinced ourselves otherwise by ingesting highly filtered staged moments of other people’s relationships and telling ourselves that maybe we are too ugly for love. but real love — it’s waking up in the dead of morning with dried drool on your face, it’s bleeding in a bed that isn’t yours, it’s having a panic attack in the park and not knowing how to verbalize what you’re feeling, it’s not shaving + not apologizing, it’s crying because you need something you cannot name + much more — all while being held.

do job interviewers know we’re all going to die one day

it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat