People with no character development scare me. How can you be the same person you were 3 years ago with no change of mindset or growth

i've discovered a new banger artist recently but i won't share it with any of you

I literally saw people who don't know who Sherlock Holmes is or they haven't watched harry potter at any point in their lives, nothing is capable of surprising me anymore.

I swear I'm so full of love and passion but I'm sooooo bothered like I'm so good at being bothered you can just breathe and there you have it you have bothered me

You cannot gaslight me. I will just agree with you. You think I'm crazy? Same

i don't know but with feelings like these there's always imposter syndrome that hits me

one day the "i don't need to study, it's gonna be easy" is gonna bite me in the ass

茶化す, Yuka Kasai, 2018.

It's about time I started following in the footsteps of my ancestors (one more minor inconvenience i swear)

Get analysed idiot, get absolutely diagrammatized, you know what get interpreted even, get your name assigned to one of my jstor workspace folders

there are some ppl here whom i really feel close to even if we only talk once every blue moon

That stage of academic stress where you just give up on everything and begin watching trashy cliché filled stuffy movie instead (I'm cooked)

i can't wait to go back and sexually harass my friends

Brain how about you stop trying my patience by engaging in frivolous activities w the sensory input and instead start processing a little bit of this pile of emotions you've refused to acknowledge for ages

In an ideal world I wouldn't be pulling up to function because I'd be busy staring at someone from across the street then disappearing when a bus passes

I don't know how to make myself easier. I don't know how not to be so much work, headache, disappointment. I tried a thousand ways to be less. I crystallized myself in so many shapes and the degree is never high enough. I don't know how to be enough; not more, not new, not too much. just fucking enough.

I don't call myself generous. I just sometimes stumble and drop the basket of my emotions. Before I manage to pick them up, everyone seems to have a piece. I didn't give them away, they took it. My basket is empty and I've got nothing for myself. I never asked, but I did want a piece of emotion,too.

I trusted you with the knife, but you butchered me.

Suddenly I start to crave dad's jokes. Do I need medical assistance?