me when a girl refers to her “partner”: 👀 me when i find out she was talking about her boyfriend with a beard: 😴
I wanna be a cowboy baaaaby
might seem like a harmless quirk but once you start typing in exclusively lowercase you can never capitalize anything again outside the designated midsentence Gay Emphasis Zones or anyone following you for longer than a week will think you’re about to commit murder
me: (has super negative thought)
me: thank you Captain Edge Lord can we please hear from someone else today
me replying to messages 10 days late and blaming it on my busy schedule to hide the fact that my depression has me thinking simple correspondence is an actual workload:
#mood
i hate being mentally ill in my house. i miss being mentally ill on campus
“I think the reason why hoping is scary is because it presents the opportunity for disappointment. When we hope things will get better and they dont, we risk allowing ourselves to be hurt. But something I’ve come to believe as a serial bleeding-heart haver is that it is way more worth it to try and fail, to hope and be let down, than to give in to the laziness of nihilism”
— Julien Baker