Even if your plane crashes tonight, you’ll find a way to disappoint me, by not burning in the wreckage or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
some of my music makes me want to cuddle for 7 hours and some of my music makes me want to do hard drugs in a motel room while wearing lingerie
sometimes people who are sad dont always need the “it gets better talk”
sometimes people just want to hear “you are sad, you are trying your best, and it’s okay. you’re okay and you’re alive and that’s a big accomplishment”
because i know for myself unconditional optimism gets really fucking annoying. sometimes i just want to be sad and have it be okay that im sad.
don’t make me feel weirder than i already do in my own skin.
when you fake sick and everyones like “yeah you look really terrible”