im like a girl if she was an indoor cat

I feel like i used to think about albert einstein like once to twice a week when i was younger. Now it’s like once a month if that

they call me the fact checker the way I always go “hang on. let me look this up” mid conversation

born to be a mediocre gamer forced to participate in society

do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you

i wish fox mulder was real so i could email him

wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

when i die i will be converted into a beautiful pdf

dear diary, today i ate a grape and it was kinda mushy. needless to say, this is the final straw. if anyone should find this i

they need to let me make movies

what are my qualifications you ask? well i have a lot of thoughts

“hot girl summer” i type on tumblr.com. i am on my knees chanting the lord’s prayer in latin. i haven’t left the apartment in three days.

instead of killing myself i will watch documentary about the ocean

im going to drink a $7 light beer at the zoo and become the jane goodall of leafcutter ants

if i read enough mary oliver poems in a row it will fix me right. right?

it’s so funny tht on here i’m like, mostly a normie while irl i’m consistently the weirdest person in the room at almost any given time. i’m like between two worlds., too normal for online but too weird for real life… i’m like junkrat from riverdale i don’t fit in

jughead

sexy and insane and wild and whimsical (didn’t get the chance to properly develop during formative years)