Polkadot

i have too much faith in my future self to know the right answers just based off of vibes. like. if god wants me to succeed then he will bestow upon me the knowledge to fill the paper. Something something

'I wont correct myself i would rather kms,Sir nibblesworth' daily reminder 4 hours of sleep aint enough folks

Gonna be honest(i can lie) here for a second both romanticization and anger are ways of prolonging the grief because your brain is trying to delay the inevitable conclusion that "a good thing was once here and it no longer is and there is nothing you can do about that".

when life gets impossibly difficult, we play dead. Not just metaphorically, mind you. I'm talking full-on, Oscar-worthy performance art. We cease all activity, adopt a vacant stare, and maybe even develop a slight rigor mortis-like stiffness. The goal? To convince life – that capricious, often cruel mistress – that we're no longer worth bothering with.

well everything i did and said was incredibly performative but dammit if i wasn't good at performing

Womanhood= always carrying apart of grief that's unexplainable

We just dont *realize* shi Debbie!

'i have been too chill and peaceful. i need to go back to misery'... Uh no

grief is a privilege afforded by being young and having lots of free time. now you're older and you still have a lot of free time but it doesn't feel like free time. it's just "i should be working right now" time

nothing makes me feel more alive than being insane about a little show

If this goes on i will think even 'i' was generated by ai

Ultimate form of cruelty– silent treatment

If anyone question my life choices and talk abt self preserv

Have you ever thought abt how you would love if you never taught to love?if there wasn't a fixed way to do so... Would it be full of pain or daisies

how do you tell people? how do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? how do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? how do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone? Why can't we just say no to a meetup and not bring a proper excuse?

“The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.” ——Dostoyevsky

everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we’re all equal amounts of screwed up.

The urge to slide into your dms by faking you are my professor

Merry holiday