i love when people just make up who I am based on shitposts I make, its so freeing to know you’re not the only dumb person on this planet

i think my biggest issue is that when i have a thought thats insane i just think suicide can fix it

having a lot of followers on instagram is an ick

when he turns up in your dreams its OVER

matty healy is my kanye west

i love when im in a taxi and an elderly person gets on to find no comfortable seats so i can let them have mine

university is literally EMPTY and they’re still playing روضه

you literally never stop loving the people you once loved by the way. never.

i would love to tell people I dreamt of them every time I did but I literally sleep on medication so I’m constantly dreaming of every single face or voice I’ve ever passed by.

But still in that fashion, I dreamt of you. I dreamt of us so close we could be called one. I dreamt of braver, better me. I dreamt of telling things I can hardly imagine to you. I dreamt of you. You were in my dream.

me irl

my brain works in mysterious ways in which I mean I’m cold and freezing and I think a text back would fix it

this could be us but ur playing

need to finally win the idgaf war and don’t let miserable people ruin my fun

judgmental ppl who have surrounded themselves w other judgmental bitches when they get judged too: 🤒🤒🤒

like babygirl this is your audience, you’re not getting a rough treatment you are reaping what you sowed.

summer plans

just saw another great poem’s poet is a marxist… live fast die young comrades do it best

people who get drunk and spent the next days talk about how wasted they were and what they did piss me off so badly like we’re not 13 anymore