Just officially posted the first chapter of my first ever fic on AO3! It's not fandom related, just a silly little story I came up with alongside one of my friends, but the link is here if any of you are interested.

thinking about how much work i could get done if i would do it

me taking a break after getting work done (i wrote two sentences)

me trying to lock in and write this paper rn (a herculean task. Einstein himself did not contain the mental self control necessary to sit at a desk and write this)

me telling myself ill be able to get it done later (i will not be able to get it done later. i am so cooked)

me trying to lock in and write this paper rn (a herculean task. Einstein himself did not contain the mental self control necessary to sit at a desk and write this)

me locking in and writing my paper (I have been scrolling on tumblr for thirty seven minutes. no work has gotten done)

me trying to lock in and write this paper rn (a herculean task. Einstein himself did not contain the mental self control necessary to sit at a desk and write this)

me trying to lock in and write this paper rn (a herculean task. Einstein himself did not contain the mental self control necessary to sit at a desk and write this)

but i’m in my car, and i see the yard, and the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain link fence. if i could leave i would have already left.

I hate you for what you did

and I miss you like a little kid.

you were the last good thing about this part of town

It’s been three whole years of me thinking about you every day sometimes for hours sometimes in passing saw you from the bottom of the staircase stood out for hours as you complained about how you haven’t seen your friends yet that you’re too drunk to stand and you not knowing if you can love him forever bullshit you fucking miss me there I said it I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months sitting drunk on the sidewalk I guess I’ll get up I guess I’ll go for a walk brushed my shoes against the pavement I swear this has gotta be the hundredth time I’ve thought of you tonight

So glad noah kahan's deluxe album dropped just in time for me to be broken up with

I’m STILL out here. With the PILLS and the dogs. If you NEED me DEAR, I’m the SAME as i was. It’s ALL okay, there ain’t a DROP of bad blood. It’s ALL MY LOVE, You’ve got ALL MY LOVE!!!

noah kahan pay for my therapy

SON ARE YOU A DANGER TO YOURSELF

WELL FUCK THAT SIR, JUST LET ME CALL

I'LL GIVE YOU MY BLOOD ALCOHOL

Noah Kahan fuck you specifically for Call Your Mom holy shit

How many times can I listen to Stick Season in a row and when should I be worried about my mental health?