every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).
I bring a certain “I ain’t reading all that” vibe to the classroom that my professors really don’t like
I wish I was a muppet so I could flail uncontrollably with no consequences. And for the scrunch
"How nice it is to drink tea / and have a chat."
Illustration by Yevgeny Charushin (1940s)
Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.
all the weezer guys on the blue album look a bit like they're apologizing for making it
my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think