ping ponging back and forth between seeing immense beauty everywhere and feeling deeply like i am in hell.

i have lots of sexual fantasies such as getting through a day without a headache.

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity.

Okay. Seriously, i need advice on how to cough the ball of grief stuck in my throat since my birth

Alright, listen up, all you radiant specimens of human perfection! I know it's a lot to ask, but for the love of all that is mediocre, please scram. Get out of my sight. Vamoose.

I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!

if you're out there, oh mythical beast of adulthood, please, for the love of all that is holy, find me. I'll make you cookies. I'll do your laundry. I'll even pretend to understand your tax returns. Just… help me.

Woe is me

there are people who don't know the lion king is a hamlet adaptation and its not okay.

I can't help it everytime I'm writing in my journal I have to restrain myself from impersonating kafka. in my mind he invented journaling.

"winning the idgaf war" "im so nonchalant" "i just chill"

you are the reason a caring person cries btw. kys please and thank you.

making people study for 20 years and then not giving them a job

        

told one of my lazy and ignorant classmates to quit learning german if it's so hard for her so she could stop complaining about every single grammar and getting on my goddamn nerves. IT WAS SO SATISFYING. *giggle*

does your brain ever get hyperfixated on a specific moment of real life? like this one moment like 5 seconds or something that you saw irl and your brain just keeps thinking about that 5 second scene.

Alphabet song on a funeral

everyone so scared to be perceived as cringe but that couldn't be me. i don't care and simply never cared. like whatever happened to whimsicallity? whatever happened to fun? what happened to that. I'll do whatever I enjoy and appear cringe while you're just being miserable.

Me saw now you gonna see what i saw

it's insane seeing someone out with no bag like where the fuck is your inventory boy ???

whenever one of my cousins is the topic of the monthly family gossip I always think about how none of them can beat my news.

Mom:fuck you, my child is completely fine

your child romanticises the idea of running far away and completely changing their personality, looks & soul as a way of coping with having no control over their life & being generally dissatisfied with who they have become.

not to be that bitch but contemporary romance books are just so boring. like it's just so...meh.