‘sup sunday?

fine, i’ll guess i’ll go adult now.

violins is not the answer. no more violins 🎻

i never post anything here. but wow, i had some bangers.

if people wanted you to speak more kindly about them, they should have treated you better.

imagine being a death god and the only way you can die is if you fall in love with a human?

you’ll never regret investing in yourself.

unlimited coffee top ups is where it’s at.

☕️☕️☕️

getting pancakes today. likely going for cinnabun.

my goal is to get through the day without punching someone.

maybe, just maybe, i should stop balling my hands into fists when people look like they’re going to approach me.

you know your thoughts are too loud when you don’t want to listen to any music when you drive.

you can’t say ‘be yourself’ and be filtered.

when life gets rough, remember: there’s always coffee.

going to crush some baseballs in a batting cage now.

i yearn to stay lost in the fog, where the world feels softer, quieter.

raisins are trash, okay?

messy mind, jaded heart.

no cheez-its? that’s sucks.

you never know when a moment with someone is your last.

☁️🌥️☁️

🥷🐢🧦

if you’re not even a little bit of a mess, you’re lying.

here is today’s forecast: scattered sarcastic comments with a high probability of overthinking.

your soul is quiet today.

intimacy is the quiet understanding that you don’t need to explain yourself to be understood.

in her gaze, constellations find their rest.

it’s a non-negotiable requirement that my future person know how to cook.

* rolls around in bed * fucking hell.

okay, fine, i’m awake.

* yawns in shakespeare *

here, take this coffee. and this cooler. if anyone asks, it’s full of soda.

so i just spilled coffee on myself — hotter and more satisfying than some hookups.

honestly, we should be allowed to get refunds for the bills we pay when the service is shit. power goes out? internet stops working? "we apologize, here is your money back, go buy some lasagna."

if he's not touch-her-and-i-will-end-your-existence protective of me, i don't want it.

warmest regards to you all.

she moves like a comet, blazing a trail no one can follow.

if life gives you lemons, throw them back and demand coffee.

i bet you could pick me up and throw me. - me, flirting.

one day, i’d like to be swept off my feet — preferably by someone attractive, not another random patch of ice.

siri, show me directions to a tall, kind, hilarious, considerate, and highly emotionally intelligent man. bonus points if he has a 10/10 voice and doesn’t have small hands.

his soul unlocks the celestial map to her starlit sky.

the universe blooms softly in the cradle of her heart.

she's in pursuit of the softness in the world that can calm the fire in her soul.

caught in the riptide, collided into you.

somewhere, someone is struggling to fold a fitted sheet.

i don't often have the best advice but i'll likely laugh at inappropriate times. so yeah, no positives here.

“yeah no…” is probably my most utilized out loud and in-person response.

everything is fucked.