Experience Tumblr like never before
I want to metaphorically jump off a building and see who catches me. But at least I'm self aware enough to not do that.
Me: "I'm going to set myself a reminder so I don't forget about this thing later" proceeds to forgets to set reminder and forget about plan later.
Me the next day: "I feel like I forgot something... Oh shit!"
when ppl ask why i want to start t and i can't tell them it's bc i wanna throw 90
Me: *just vibing*
Someone: *knocks on the door*
Me: AHHHHH PEOPLE! I MUST CLEAN THE HOUSE! SWEEP THE FLOOR! THROW AWAY THAT STALE PLATE OF CHEETOS! *peeks out curtain*
Me: Oh, It's just the mailman. *goes back to vibing*
i wanna post selfies but i only take them when my nose bleeds it’s the only time i’m hot
i hope the future waits up for the rest of us to catch up. a lot of my friends (myself included) are aspiring artists and writers. unfortunately, AI is encroaching on our creative space before we even have time to bloom…
This is why my mom is telling me to study as a nurse and head to the states. Not exactly against it but man am I afraid of medschool-
Like, the leftover food stuck on the plates. The sauce and grease.
Idk I don’t wear gloves while washing dishes so 🤷
I wish I had a best friend.
I wish I had a best friend but I can't tell anyone that because I have so many amazing friends.
But all of my amazing friends have best friends and significant others and they all have that one person who they put above everyone else and who puts them above everyone else too.
And it's not me.
And I wish I had a best friend.
No one talks about how lonely it is to be the third wheel in a friendship. Or the 11th wheel in a friend group
The people I consider myself closest to are best friends. They celebrated one of their birthdays without me.
I wished her a happy birthday and told her I missed her. She's in college, i haven't seen her since she graduated. She said she missed me too. But she didn't invite me to her party.
I wonder sometimes if my friends even like me. But then I remember that's silly. I know they love me. I guess they just don't love me as much as they love each other.
And God i know it has nothing to do with me. You can't control who you connect with. But for once I just wish it would be me!
Am I too much? Am I a pick me for wanting to be picked?
What's so wrong with wanting to be wanted?
Does anyone else get anxiety because they love something too much? Or it's too real?
I can't look at IWWV stuff because I feel it too much. It makes me shake and ache and I can't breathe. It's so dramatic but it's true. The book is too real.
Or I'm looking for a fanfiction and I find exactly what I'm looking for but I immediately have to skip over it because then it'll be gone. But I never go back cause it stresses me out. My 'marked for later' tab is insane.
I get to the last episode of a show I love and I can't watch it cause it gives me anxiety. It can't end.
I find things that are so perfect, that represent me so well, things that I feel in my soul, and I can't partake. It's all too much.
Why do I feel like I am a square in world of circles?
But when everyone is suddenly a square, I think,
Does anyone fit in at all?
Why does it feel like everyone knows what you are thinking?
But when no one works like me, I think,
Does anyone ever think at all?
Why do things never work the way they're supposed to?
But when they do work, I think,
Does the work mean anything at all?
Why do we use words to separate?
Because when our blood runs the same colour, I think,
Does a label really matter at all?
i feel like socks are the worlds greatest invention like thank you to whoever invented them. and to the people who wear tennis shoes just as is… you disgust me.
for some reason i feel cool wearing plasters
Accidentally spent the past fifteen hours running through the same storyline daydream over and over. Oops