Yes.

" The healthy human mind doesn't wake up thinking this is it's last day on earth, but honestly it's a luxury. A freedom to know you're close to the end. "

- a guy i was talking to (we have a history test tomorrow)

my problem is i love bits too much. can never resist a good bit. you set out a piece of cheese under a box propped up by a stick with a string tied to it i'll fall for it just because it'd be funny

it’s always been me and my 15 followers against the world

this but 2023

time to waste the last month of 2013 on the internet

he thinks im weird

so im royally fucked; love is funny

there’s this guy, he’s in my class and sits across from me. I accidentally hurt myself by dropping a table on myself and he picked it up and asked me if i was okay. And god i think that did it, always liked to stare at you but you went ahead and did that. i think that was the moment i knew i’d fall for you somehow. Now i notice everything, how you have the prettiest mole on the back of your neck, how loyal you are to your friends, how incredibly good you are at math, how you’re kind of a dork, how you like b99 so much, how you laugh at the stupidest things, how you always have a homemade lunch that you always end up giving to others rather than having it yourself, how you whisper the answer to the person beside you if they weren’t paying attention, how all your playlists have cute hand drawn covers. You don’t like me, not like that. I know, but i dont think i regret it for even a second admiring you. And so what if i’ll never be able to be with you, you smile at me and talk to me sometimes; i once(multiple times) ranted to my bestfriend when our hands accidentally touched. Im in love with you, and if i cant have your love im fine with having to have met you in this life.

I need everyone’s best character advice. STAT.

the color purple

It was the way you saw me, like I was a cherry a day too ripe, the bruise you got while scraping your knee from when you were five ( it hasn’t left, it never will ) , the color my eyelids saw when they were mourning the loss of never being known by you,  how you imagine jellyfish to look like ( don’t touch it, don’t touch it )

I touch it, I am consumed, I transform. I did not drown, I chose to break the dominion.

A spare gravestone, I fall  on it. It’s blurry ( the death of reappropriation )  the absurd moth you saw from your window sill , the act of letting it linger for far too long, a written letter that your mother tore out of anger, a wounded deer that won’t let anyone touch her ( stay away ) ( but it’s calling to me ) (or do you want to be called out to )

Sickly smooth, easy to touch. Soap covered hands, I bring them to my eyes, they sting. ( I thought it wouldn’t, not to this extent

But it is also feeling jealousy for the first time, it is also smelling burnt popcorn that my best friend made, I laugh ; it’s soft , it is okay

11:19

Culture is so obsessed with the idea of lone geniuses that it doesn't really appreciate that most of the progress of science (and likely every other discipline) occurs collaboratively, in babysteps, and usually through a lot very tedious, utterly unsexy, work.

this life shit is getting boring. i need a magic pony or something man

If rick's not a pussy he'll make percy kill a god in the next book