Being a little too cold: brrrr i’m a little too cold !!!

Being a little too warm: i am going to kill the next person who makes eye contact with me.

dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

sorry i didn't text back i've been having a bad day since i was like 12 years old

I literally can't stop saying <3 it's my favorite punctuation mark

if tumblr explodes you can address a letter to my url and place it in any hollow log. to be clear i will not receive it. but it is an action you can take

there should be more hours between 6 and 10pm. like even just two more hours. for my assorted hobbies & activities

I will serve cunt again just give me a Minute

The social attitude regarding age is consistently getting weirder. You’re not ‘pushing 30’ you’re just in your late 20s. 30 is not old and neither is 40 while I’m at it. Growing older is an enormous privilege and displaying that age is a gorgeous component of life. Spending your days trying to reverse that grace breeds an eternally wasted life.

hey man just wanted to let you know that by taking up arms against me and slaying me in haste you have fulfilled the very prophecy you set out to prevent *dies*

story told from the perspective of someone who struggles to maintain eye contact

it's so interesting to me, the things that people hold onto when they're afraid. the people, objects, and parts of themselves they cling to tighter, even if it's irrational and counterproductive, for fear of them being torn away. when everything you have, perhaps even everything you are, is under threat, your world becomes so small.

The type of parents who argue that simply putting food on the table and keeping a roof over their kids' head is sufficient parenting are always so shocked when their children no longer want to deal with them once they've got their own place and can buy their own groceries. Like what else did you expect to happen? You told the people who had no other choice than rely on you for food and shelter that asking for any more than that is unreasonable of them, and then they don't go to you for anything once they can get those some other way. What would they go to their parents for?

They've got food at the house.

and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.

EVERYONE BE QUIET I CAN HEAR CHEESE