i want to write about how i feel, but i don’t want to sound whiney. i don’t want to sound like i’m looking for attention or trying to make people feel bad for me. but i just... need a place to breathe.

As I get older I’m finding that a lot of the “intellectuals” I used to admire are actually just condescending and pretentious. And also realizing how much more important it is to be present, considerate, and empathetic because nobody really knows what they’re talking about and anyone who claims to know everything about anything is feeding you bs.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

my secret talent is getting tired without doing anything

oh yeah new theme and new dash icon thanks to the lovely @jacksepticeycs 

“ain’t that just the way”: lawful good

“it be like that sometimes”: true neutral

“that’s how it is on this bitch of an earth”: chaotic evil

discuss.

im dropping out of art school to become a humble oblivion npc farming the same onion in the middle of the mild cyrodiilic countryside for the rest of my existence  

do you ever just feel so goddamn guilty for existing but you’re too tired to kill yourself AND you kinda don’t wanna bc that in and of itself is sad in general but you really don’t want to feel bad for yourself??? bc that’s me right now

When I say sorry I’m not trying to guilt trip you.

I really am sorry. I’m sorry for sounding pitiful. I’m sorry for being difficult. I’m sorry for the things I do.

I mean it when I say I’m sorry.

I really am sorry for existing.