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— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer

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the biggest influence tumblr has had on my life is that i always think of that ‘when white people do that half-jog across the road’ post when i do that white person half-jog across the road

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“I am mine, before I am ever anyone else’s.”

— nayyirah waheed (via ingelnook)

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one of my sexual fantasies is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me

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I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.

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wish customer service jobs operated w video game standards, so a customer would come up to me and i’d say “greetings traveler! looking to trade?” and they’d only had 4 options for their response 

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werenotreallystrangers

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I’d have bought the “fucculent” ones too.

1/2) Mildly edgy drinkware (fucculent came home w me)

3/4) Christmas hawaiian shirt w caked up surfer santas

5) Felt like I was being watched in the book section and looked up to see this guy looming over me

Found in a Goodwill in NW Georgia

🎅

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You Are Not Wasting Time; It Was Given To You As A Gift, Freely and Generously; Is Rain Wasted Because It Falls On Gardens, Grass, Disgruntled Birds, and Umbrellas All The Same?

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Someday.

Mmmm medication :) I love you medication. Modern medicine makes my life so much better. "Ohh you're so young maybe you'll want to taper off..." no thank you, I will keep taking the pills that resolve my symptoms :) thank you pharmacology I love you

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It is not enough to get into a comfy sleeping position- one must go through several and spin like a rotisserie chicken to arrive at the position you started with.

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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