all my problems stem from 1) i don't remember things 2) i don't want to do things 3) i don't like being around people
i will never elaborate because i don’t even understand what i just said
emily dickinson / van gogh’s bedroom (1888)
good morning to angels with a fat ass
*removes headphones to make sure random ass noise was part of the song and not psychosis*
i Know antipasto means appetizer but i still like to believe that it refers to pasta’s archnemesis
you're not just misinterpreting the characters, you're misinterpreting the entire story because you're thick in the head. once again i have to bear the burden of having every correct opinion in the world.
buying ppl things is SUCH a rush.. even if it’s just like.. a bag of their favorite chips or whatever.. the thought of someone experincing even a split-second burst of happiness bc they didn’t expect to get some of their favorite chips that day? what a thrill! love it
I am in the mood to lay in someone’s lap while they play with my hair
so much of life is needing to pee. enough already
if you want the rewards of finding a new favorite song then you have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of listening to unfamiliar music
officially diagnosed with bed too cozy disease
i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease
“but what if my friend gets offended and hates me and refuses to speak to me after i set a boundary” easy peasy! that is not your friend. hope this helps
if u have curly hair and someone tells u it would look better straight theyre a liar and a dumb bitch
every line of this tweet hits like a punch in the face