friend: you look stressed me: haha yeah it’s the stress
used to be I hated my body cause I thought it looked ugly, now I hate my body cause it’s the functional equivalent of a 1998 Honda Civic with 200,000 miles, questionable brakes, temperamental AC/heating, and terrible gas mileage that’s liable to break down at any moment in the middle of the fucking road. and the seats aren’t even comfy
Me when the clock strikes midnight on October 1st
concept: its an october evening and thunderstorming outside. you’re drinking cider under a pile of blankets, and watching halloween movies with your favorite person.
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i love ignoring things….. people…. problems …. responsibilities……feelings…..
i have been planning on getting my shit together for like 5 years now
*shifts position slightly*
*sickening crunch in 4 different body parts*
I ate a bite of kale the other day but— I’m still not cured??? Have I? Been?? Lied to???


