“are you okay” no bro i constantly feel like i am too much but simultaneously not enough
Not sure if I should be grateful that I only discovered Renee Rapp in December, because In The Kitchen would have destroyed my spotify wrapped.
What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now
saying “it is what it is” while simultaneously not knowing what the fuck is going on in your life
“Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.”
— Good Will Hunting (1997)
idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”
