If we're not fools in love then what's the point
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
im so serious about this but if youre autistic and especially if youre chronically ill creative labour cannot be your only way to relax. working on a creative project is still working. take time to do nothing. its good for you i promise.
”You’re so pretty” is actually the best compliment I can think of
"You're faking it because I'm not seeing you at your worst!" Like, be happy I'm not at my worst right now, let me be fine for a moment, I'm in the process of getting better, please let me grow
ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.
CREATE SOMETHING!!! CREATE SOMETHING!!!! CREATE SOMETHING!!!!! CREATE SOMETHING!!!! CREATE SOMETHING!!!!!!
It should be enough
Fuck man... I love this show 😭
thinking about the fact that Nick woke up thinking about Charlie😭