Maybe I Should Become A Criminal So I’ll Know What It’s Like To Feel Wanted

the mentally ill urge to start sentences with “yeah, i’ve had clients who…” and then tell a story about yourself

burn out

you can call me an phone on silent mode because i get shaky when given too much attention

does anyone wanna share a thing of fries

i honestly don’t know how this happened but somewhere between my childhood and formative years i forgot how to exist like a normal person and started to either overthink everything or make disastrous choices without any proper thinking at all. no middle ground whatsoever

is this what growing up is? just leaving things behind, over and over?

I hope all of you find people who love you at your ruddest and worst

why are moms capable of just leeching vibe arsenic into the atmosphere when they’re pissed

“Don’t rub your eyes it leads to wrinkles and eye bags!!” you live in a world where you feel guilt over even the most microscopic of life’s pleasures and I will never want to join you there