they should invent a secret second weekend so that you can see friends and do fun things while still having enough time to do errands and sleep in without dying of exhaustion all the time

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time

what nobody tells you about weekends is that it’s already monday

i want to be heard (doesn’t speak) i want to be understood (doesn’t explain) i want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yessssss, i am very sensitive

“i would kill for you.” “i would die for you.” well i would heal for you. i’d unlearn my toxic patterns, face my wounds, and become a healthier person so my love doesn’t hurt you

sometimes i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don’t sleep that sleep

if i got possessed demonically i wouldn’t even notice it. with everything else i’ve got going on

god forbid a girl be both whimsical and full of rage

does anyone know how to get what you want when you’re the type of person who avoids everything

the final stage of healing is using what happened to you to help others

he’s so fucking cute it makes me wanna put him in a jar and shake shake shake

it’s actually painful being aware of your toxic patterns because you can’t even pretend you don’t know better anymore. you see yourself doing the same shit and just sit there wondering why you’re like this

i wish i could get out of my own head for once because what the fuck is actually going on in there. i make myself miserable over things i don’t even know how to explain

twitter is basically a notes app if u got no shame

okayyy

meeting someone who’s exactly like u is actually fucking hell 😭 like why are we both like this haha

hugs

a long walk on a foggy morning would cure me