my life is a vicious cycle of trying to get my shit together but failing
literally nothing ever sounds like a better option than sleep. there are so many books to read, projects to start, stuff to draw, chores to do, people to meet, hobbies to learn, recipes to cook, i could teach myself mandarin fuckin chinese, but i’d rather be unconscious
when you say a joke in front of a big group and no one laughs
We’re all curious about what might hurt us.
my grades are going down i’m yelling tumblr
Sometimes, someone says something really small and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart.
a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas