Tag: me
If I’m extra sarcastic with you it probably means I’m flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can’t handle your shit
I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get.
[spins around in chair ominously] i’ve been expecting y- [chair continues to spin] shit [tries to stop spinning] shit [tries to grab at a lamp or table to stop spinning] sHIT [falls out of chair]
‘stop being overdramatic’ they say
‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist
Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore
whenever im having a bad day i remember that i never have to take a math class again and i feel a lot better
“you were named after two of the bravest men i ever knew” “you never gave me a name” “exactly. men are cowards”