therapist: how are you? me: fine how are you
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therapist: how are you? me: fine how are you
The Floral Art Of Studio Ghibli
Me: I love this person…so much….they’re such an important part of my life…I wouldn’t be the same without them….how can I convey that to them?
Me:
Me:
Me: *sends them a meme out of nowhere at 2am* perfect
getting real tired of using my own money to buy myself nice things
What part of “i don’t wanna spend anymore money” don’t I understand
Literally
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
i think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that mean the world to me
deleting your vent post 3 minutes after compulsively writing it
me after being diagnosed w sleepy bitch disease
death of a bachelor is a good song
it’s a song about a dude being fucking stoked to marry his fiance and poking fun at the ‘marriage is the end right fellas’ culture by saying ‘guess ill die then! worth it!’ and i think that’s neat
I’m not bringing your food in the bed. This is not mothers day and you are not a mother.