You bring the yapper side of me

Live laugh love smoke drink yawn yearn die

Do we really have adhd tho?
or are we just fun and unhinged…

“You can't even dream
a whole dream, can you?”

Idk how to hold a spoon, offer me a knife and I will lick it all over.

Atp I have a whole radio station in my head. I can hear any song I want.

How long til I stop loving a ghost that doesn't even care enough to haunt me?

It's not weird to call your professor on a random Sunday and be like, "The whole world is an illusion! The government did us dirty, and we're living inside a hologram!"

worst-case scenario, he thinks I'm crazy and gives me a failing grade. Best-case scenario, he reveals himself to be a secret agent and we team up to expose the Illuminati. Either way, it's going to be a way more interesting semester than I was expecting.

talking is so… unreliable. People say things they don't mean, they have ulterior motives, they might even… (gasp) lie! But your online profile? That's the real you. Unfiltered, authentic, a digital tapestry woven from likes, shares, and questionable selfies. Why would I trade that for the messy, unpredictable reality of human interaction?

Nothing breaks my soul quite like a failed nap attempt

everyone wants weird until weird is actually weird and they don’t know how to cope with that

*giggles*

Notice: the owner of this crappy space have severe mood swings

fuck therapy i wanna beat the shit out of someone

whenever I look into the sun, the jealousy of being a vampire runs in my veins.

sometimes when i am walking i feel like doing a backflip, but i don't know how to do a backflip

Fuck this, wanna wear red western boots and run off to the mountains to become cowboys with me?

"There's plenty of fish in the sea" haha so close! It's actually pretty difficult for me to form a connection with someone so I can't just let them go and replace them that easily. There's plenty of fish in the sea, yes, but it's not MY fish.

I delete a whole paragraph if I can't spell one word right while having the exact substitute for that word

I've lived as everyone I've ever come across. Felt their pain and joy, understood their reasonings. At this point I've worn so many shoes I can't find mine anymore. A little voice whispers in my head that maybe I lost them on purpose, maybe I preferred untying others' knots rather than dealing with a shoe that has no tie at all. And once again I have lost one of my slippers