#idk who she is

[philsmeatylegss]

Who is veronica

Open the open the door please Veronica open the door

[angelshimaa]

tumblr nation balcony boy says he has a crush on a girl

[blissfulalchemist]

being a kind adult is knowing not to respond to an email or answer calls because you're just too bitchy from lack of food to handle it rationally.

[uboakun]

[strafepanzer]

tumblr help. who did mr weese win me in the claw machine?

[idkman201]

[itsadragonaesthetic]

So I found my singing voice and I'm just wondering who the fuck that bitch is

[ryann-44]

[roman-roy-apologist]

can someone explain to me who luciana is

[tired-eyes-cold-as-ice]

life update ✌🏻

[ilikemesometaetaes]

The fact that I don’t know the version of me that I’ll become- the one who freezes up and loses the ability to speak, the one who screams and has a brain aneurysm on sight, or the one who acts calm and collected (Debby Ryan in Radio Rebel style) - if I ever saw BTS in person is utterly terrifying. Like, how would I react? Would I even react?

It’s just a gamble on who that is and that’s just fucking horrifying.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[arting-on-vibes-alone]

[chicken-delight]

genius!

[coraz0ndegranada]

last week had the same nightmare 3 nights in a row. There was something following me and trying to get my attention but I kept ignoring it or laughing it off. Last night in the beginning of the dream it finally came to face me and kept loudly saying “hello hello hi helloooo” and I had to force myself to wake up.

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY