shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”
Guess I got tired of loving and not being loved.
do you ever want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone a lot
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
now stop that
explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care.
|person:||wow you drink so much water, you're so healthy!!|
|me:||i cry so much i gotta stay hydrated|
Disney Villains Week: Day 2 (Favorite Villain Song)
↳ Poor Unfortunate Souls - Ursula (The Little Mermaid)
Poor unfortunate souls. In pain, in need. This one longing to be thinner; that one wants to get the girl, and do I help them? Yes, indeed. Those poor unfortunate souls. So sad, so true. They come flocking to my cauldron crying, “Spells, Ursula, please!” and I help them! Yes I do.