I believe in simple life, one where tea gets cold because I am busy looking out the window

I keep on wishing I was more than I am, but even when I become more I feel I'm still way less than I was before.
I keep asking myself to try harder, but the harder I try the less I feel the appeal to achieve what I perceive as something that would make me want to live.
I keep getting up and trying to move past the horrors of my mind and leave all I felt behind, but the more I try to get away I see there were more to find.
I keep on trying to grasp those few seconds of faith I feel once in a while, but since I felt one it's been a while.

Ditch the theatrics. I don't want to understand. Seriously. Everyone's always pushing for clarity, for answers, for a neat little explanation for everything. But honestly? I'm good.

It's not like I'm actively trying to be dumb. It's more like…I'm comfortable with the mystery. The world is confusing, life is confusing, and sometimes, the most honest response is just to shrug and say, "I dunno."

Plus, understanding things is hard work. It requires effort, analysis, and a willingness to confront uncomfortable truths. And frankly, I'm lazy. Ignorance is bliss, and I'm perfectly happy wallowing in my blissful ignorance.

People keep telling me I need to be more informed, to stay up-to-date on current events, to engage in intellectual discussions. But honestly, the more I learn, the more I realize how much I don't know. It's an endless cycle of increasing anxiety and existential dread. So, I'm opting out.

It's not that I'm against knowledge, per se. It's just that I'm perfectly content with the knowledge I already have. I know how to make coffee, I know how to binge-watch Netflix, and I know how to avoid awkward social interactions(thats a fucking lie but noone has to know that). What more do I really need?

So, yeah, I don't want to understand. I want to stay in my little bubble of comfortable confusion, blissfully unaware of the complexities of the world. It's not the most responsible approach, maybe, but it's the one that makes me the happiest. And honestly, isn't that what really matters in the end? Just let me be. Don't try to make me smart. I'm perfectly happy being blissfully, wonderfully confused.

In a world that's increasingly obsessed with order and control, the greatest act of rebellion is to embrace the beautiful, terrifying, and utterly hilarious chaos of confusion

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go try to teach myself to play the ukulele using only binary code. Wish me luck! (I'm going to need it).

Living the dream(fueled by caffeine and crippling anxiety)

Bring my monotonous life back, give me my routine backkkkkk~

I carry sarcasm around like house keys, don't ask me dumb shit.

"She won't find out" baby i am spiritually gifted. I'll dream, see, feel, smell and hear all the lies through whispers from the universe.

Let's do some "we shouldn't do that!" Kinda stuff together xoxo

absolutely love it when the most evil mfs hit the protagonist(ic) characters with the "you think you and I are so different?"

Big fan of anything that shuts my brain off for a little while.

I make everything sexual even depression

She a piece of art, pin her against the wall

I wonder if your new shirt hides the scars on your chest, if your new coat gives warmth to your cold heart, if your new number brings in longer calls, and if the new surrounding you built yourself makes you happier. I wonder if you ever gave yourself a closer look and tried changing some stuff from within, too. I wonder if you have peace now, if you're happy.

when i ask him how i look nd he says pretty, but my bestie licked the screen

i drink too much coffee nd think of you.(it's too early for wine)

she's a 10 but she doesnt sleep or stfu, needs attention 24/7, has anger issues n is clingy af.

"does spinning around in circles still count as movement? does it count when you're not going forward?"