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the colder it gets outside the more fashionable and powerful i become 

me: *doesn’t hear what you’re saying* yeah

I ask my self 48 times a day “am I being dramatic? Is this #toomuch?” the answer is always yes of course

i want 2 be a she really did that!! kind of girl but i dont Do anything

college is like *gets an email* *walks somewhere* *realizes u left ur water bottle at home* *walks somewhere* *walks somewhere* *gets an email* *gets an email*

me: *pulling petals off flower* he loves me. he loves me not. he loves m-

flower: he’s cheating on you susan

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,”

— Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse (via dearestvita)

i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

where do boys get off thinking they’re better than girls have you seen the difference in powerpoint project quality

a gentle reminder that you’re still young and there’s still plenty of time to figure things out, become who u want to be and create a comfortable life for yourself

i hate when people start typin while I’m still typin like I kno u see them dots ho wait ya turn

*planet explodes* *removes one earbud* what

me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy

me: huh. interesting. anyway whom here loves me

*comes across a slight inconvenience* me: you know what would solve this ????? death

anyone remember hozier? that wild son of a gun loved church

Y'all I’m in love

With myself