trying to not text my ex and not kill myself but find a secret third option

i love psychoanalyzing myself and then let myself go through with my horribly self indulgent and destructive choices anyways

whats in the music of blur and oasis that makes their fans Like That

i really only cared about valentine’s day once in my life

we need to find a method of studying that doesn’t make you want to kill yourself

sometimes its only you and the shitty SNL sketch against the world

her: what are you, fucking stupid?
me:

lowkey forgot my purpose in life

perhaps i never had one

phoebe bridgers used to release music

your reckless love’s a thankless love

when I start listening to IGOR daily again it’s genuinely not a good time in my life

he was talking about AUDHD here

genuinely wonder what in the social contract says I’m not allowed to text a girl I want to text. whats the real deal here

what the fuck does “no contact” mean. the world is going up in flames man fuck off

ao3 stopped working so i’m reading news headlines about the beatles

really loving the phrase coke rant rn… the quran is a coke rant

been telling myself i need to let go of this endless summer afternoon for five years now

the bond between a teenager and the first british band she likes is very delicate. no one can ever take pulp and the smiths away from me