my kink is seeing money go into my bank account

My talents

1. procrastinating 2. overreacting 3. crying 4. destroying relationships 5. literally fucking up my whole life 6. ???

Making friends on tumblr is weird. It’s like “Hi, I don’t know where you’re from but I know your kinks and exactly how depressed you were last Tuesday.”

“I don’t know your name but I know how many dicks you’ve sucked and seen your asshole, you said you were feeling sad so I wanted to check in on you”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I’m the type of person who holds on to ticket stubs and photos and presses flowers but never puts them into a scrapbook I just have them scattered everywhere which brilliantly illustrates how I’m a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put their life together

When ppl kno about ur depression and they randomly ask “are you okay? How are you doing?” In that special voice

Whats up u depressed bastard

i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

Dagger with Sheath, Arms and Armor

Medium: Steel, skin (shark), jade, gold, ruby, emerald, sapphire, gemstone, silver

Bequest of George C. Stone, 1935 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/31403

“Some people aren’t built happy, you know?”

Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig