Tag: me
once you start wearing big t-shirts you never go back to the ones that fit
social anxiety isn’t just quiet people who are shy!!! i may be talking a lot but internally i’m panicking and punching myself in the face for every word that comes out of my mouth thank u
This has been a PSA
whenever i tell ppl i am v awkward they’re all “no you’re not!!” but little do they know i’m fucking screaming on the inside at the top of my lungs while i tell u a story that i’ve realized halfway through isn’t as funny as i wanted it to be
I never understood fashion. I have certainly developed my own style and have learned how to emulate certain “looks”, but I remember growing up and being baffled as to why I couldn’t look like other kids, no matter what I did.
Even if I had access to the same clothing options, I couldn’t assemble an outfit that looked like it fit in with what my classmates were wearing. I was never particularly concerned with “fitting in” because I knew it was unlikely to ever happen, but I didn’t get style and I didn’t know how girls managed to pick outfits that seemed “normal”. A classmate once offered to let me pick out anything I wanted from her closet and wear it for the day, but everything I chose was wrong for some reason I didn’t comprehend.
Fashion in adulthood is far less confusing. You can do pretty much anything you want and someone will appreciate it. When there *are* rules, they’re pretty clearly communicated – there are whole guides to dressing “business casual”. I wore a bird skull pin to my last job interview and got the job! But among children and teenagers, it seems like style is mysterious and all-important.
I’m not interested in math or heterosexuality
in this house we are violently anti sparkling water
its been 4 years and i still love reigisa
does anyone else feel like….idk how to explain it….like completely disconnected from life around them? constantly going “these are my friends” and “this is my home” and “this is my life” and “this is my body” to remind yourself that you’re not just some timeless floating essence and even those mantras are completely useless and you almost never come down from it and you’re feeling like….everything is real but also completely fake at the same time
exchanging grammatically correct emails with adults is the most uncomfortable form of human interaction in existence
People who unironically reblog this have to psych themselves up for 15+ minutes to make phone calls
ur fucking right we do
Catch me in the bottom of a well eating moss and forgetting language