the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

coming soon:

good things, hopefully

just once in my life i wanna get up in the morning without going through the full seven stages of grief first

well this truly was A Decade. i loved you. i hated you. goodbye 2010s.

look i know it’s a bold move but let’s start giving characters happy endings again

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

Don t forget this added gem!

those glow-up posts where its like them at 16 wearing no makeup being a young teenager to them at 20 wearing a glam face like “I used to be ugly, there is hope” I’m like jlhjkhlg;pt[fb I can’t get behind them!!!! and people are like “yes queen!! icon!!” and I’m like huh jkhljknhlgy not wearing makeup and being like….16 doesn’t make you ugly and I hate that young teenagers are seeing those posts like…oh I need to wear a full-face of makeup to “glow-up”

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

i’m about to have a stroke over this lettuce bed

finally i can feel like a snail again

Again.

The 3 stages of a cat yawn

Stage 1: cute tiny “O”-mouth.

Stage 2: sticky the tongue out real far

Stage 3: ENtirE FacE SPLItS opEn LiKE a lOVecRAFTIAn hoRROR, REvEALInG aN eNDLESS pIT of poiNts ANd blaDES oH GOD

Stage 5: Mlem

“someone else could do it better than me” not relevant babe, no one else is gonna do it. You can’t do a mediocre job if you’re the only one doing it

The tags are impeccable.

having cash is like having secret money. like whos gonna find out i’m buying tacos with this crisp $20 bill??? not my bank account, that’s for sure

She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.”

His name was jarred hes nineteen

When his parents built a very strange machine

watch that scene dig in the dancing queen

aaaay macarena 

Horrible job everyone

having a permanent full time job is you thinking to yourself “so this is really the rest of my life huh” as you come home every single day before using your 4 hours of recreational activity to do nothing and then going to bed

is it scurvy? is it lead? is it tuberculosis? is it the crippling loneliness? who knows we’re all dying

millennial burnout or doomed victorian arctic expedition