Eclectic trash bin where I keep stuff I like. Ramblings, thoughts, quotes, and naruto. A little self-depreciation never hurt anybody.
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dark chocolate literally is god tier… don’t talk to me about white chocolate. it doesn’t exist. milk is on thin ice
me, as a child lining up stuff in rows: now this is how you have fun
(annoyed british butler voice) sir... that's somewhat cringe
reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.
“Do I really want to share this information about my personal life with this person or am I just craving validation regarding my perspective/stance on it?” is a beautiful question and I’ve been less of a chatterbox ever since I started asking it
People are really cute and it makes me want to cry because I look like a sewer rat.
im so tired of this life and this world. everything is so exhausting. im so tired. im so tired
you should not have to rip yourself into pieces to keep others whole
i act up on tumblr because my mama can’t whoop my ass here
i, personally , don’t like this but what can i do
postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.
What’s popping, you ask? Why, it’s my joints.
“wish I could get away with wearing stuff like that” is shorthand for “I think you dress like a clown but I’m also aware that you’re cooler than me”
fellas is it gay to be gay
my brain whenever I find a new thing to fantasize about
👀
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*
shout out to my fellow sexy bitches with adhd who use way more words than they really need to literally any time they write or type anything because their point has to come across 100% like they imagined it
please peer pressure me into finishing projects
loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
someone: *shows me the slightest sign of affection*
me: i would die for u
me: *meets someone new*
in my head: *slot machine rolling what kind of personality i should present to this one*
shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation
ok i’ve decided to become abstract. next time you see me, you’ll see a series of colors and have the vague sense you’ve just met somebody
person: are you out of your mind?!
me, dissociating: quite literally, yes, i am
Shrike by Hozier but you’re sitting by your open window during a thunderstorm
(best with headphones)