Am I Really Me If I Don’t Stay Up Til Ungodly Hours Of The Night Knowing Im Going To Literally Struggle

first post aha kiiinda nervous >_<

anyways back to regularly scheduled alan schemes glad to finally have a blog that isn’t absurdly mentally ill :3

me when. i have friends who make me feel loved and appreciated 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 yyayyayaa

having my goofy ahh dad make me grilled cheese bc this guy just kinda does what i say

“cats can’t claw self portraits” god forbid my cat is artistically gifted???

(context- i cut a cats face onto my thigh while i was in my insane era and it’s scarred and isn’t going away like at all)

forcing myself not to be a jealous wench when it’s literally the only emotion i’m creating is like in spiderman no way home when norman is trying to resist the green goblin telling him to be evil

i’ll say i like true crime and ppl look at me like i’m insane. no i don’t like the kind thats like “omg i want to fuck the murderer!! omg soooo interesting listen to me yap abt this brutal murder while i do my grwm!!” i like the kind that’s respectful of the victim and explains things with empathy. it’s not that difficult like hello someone died why are you acting like it’s highschool gossip

“AND IIIIII DON’T WANT IT BACK AT ALL!!!! BUT I MISS YOU BABE OH GODDD!!! YOU KICK ME AND I FALLLL BUT PICK ME UP AND ITS ALLLLL FORGOTTEN, YOU’RE NOT SO ROTTEN!!” summer in december - esha tewari

these exact lyrics except they’re not abt an ex and instead about

i hate when i get the most gorgeous cunty wonderful picture of myself but then can’t post it because it’s smth you’d see in a playboy magazine. ghis is unfair

my tamagotchi daughter spins in circles when she’s idle she’s so cutesy i luv her

i hate looking in my drafts bro what the fuck am i talking about