so fucking sick of myself. my brain and how it works. how i look like. the way i speak. the way i act
hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
You are going to laugh until your stomach hurts again. You're going to be in awe of a sunset. Watch your favorite show while you eat your favorite food. Find money on the street. Discover a great band you haven't heard of before. You will find your way back.
Please do cite the deep magic to me actually. I may have been there when it was written but I am very forgetful
idc anymore i think we should be a burden to each other
and yes this includes a certain degree of tolerance for emotional burden, all else being equal. my love for you, and loyalty to you, is not dependent on how easy you make it for me to love you. i don’t value you for how little trouble you cause me. i want to learn how to take you for who you are, instead of who i want you to be or who i think you should be
if you’re on tumblr and over the age of 24 it means the mental illness won
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if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me
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Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
today i realised that a 13 year old me would be obsessed with me rn and that's all that matters
Actually, I Am Still Mad About This
And Other Essays I Write In My Head
“You think he’s compensating for something?” 20 YEARS OF SHREK (2001) dir. Andrew Adamson
