you took my sadness out of context

— December 18, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

somebody said “do you even like foxes”. Do i even like foxes? Fuck you. Go fuck yojrself. do i even like foxes. You have no idea what its like to like foxes

oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*

You’re a pathetic loser, right?

are you mad at me. have you been mad at me. will you be mad at me. when will you be mad at me

I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur

“why did you respond in 23 seconds” i would rip my heart out of my chest for you if you asked. Next question

i sometimes forget that this is everyone’s first time on earth too. like. this is my first time seeing a butterfly this color. but its that little girl’s first time seeing any butterfly, ever. and i accidentally left a bag of groceries at the store after paying and now i’m cursing under my breath and it’s like. there a thousand other people out there who did that today too. and a thousand more from yesterday. and. like. we’re not actually alone. and we’re not actually failing. at least not in a way that a few billion people haven’t before you

Completely sober in the club googling worst medieval executions

i am in fact NOT being very brave about it and will whine and complain until i die. As is my right

the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent

dont romanticize the sadness. just let it exist plainly, like it did when you were a very young child, when you werent old enough to give it baggage. you'll find it's more devastating and cleansing that way

me when somebody asks me if i was a harry potter kid or a twilight kid

oversharing online is so important cus like what if someone needed to know that

im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]

give a girl a notebook and suddenly she's franz kafka.