bodies to me are so fucking cool
oh no my mom got me a subway sandwhich without consulting me first this is probably going to be disastrous
give me the date and time.
you are too kind let’s get married but really this is really really sweet of you
I got really close with the academic counselor at my school I can’t remember how, but we always have these long, deep and interesting chats about life, I’d skip english all the time just to observe the rain and discuss meaning with him. Anyways, I remember the best advice, or idea that he lives by that he told me over a year ago. It’s to be okay. He told me that if something were to ever happen to his daughters it’d be the most devastating day of his life - but somewhere deep inside of him, he would be okay. To me, to be okay means to, at the center of your being, be grounded in the fact that you are. Not are pretty, or funny, or sad, just the fact that you just are, the simple condition of being. Whenever I feel like I don’t belong, or am sad or get a bad grade or am scared, I remember that I’m okay, and that there’s a place deep within me I can go that is completely grounded and content in the simple fact of my existence and being, and the I’m Okay.
we go around with pointless makeup spending hours of time we dont have to waste trying to look good for pointless guys who’ll never care unless they get some and we go on this pointless website complaining about nothing that matters and idolizing collarbones and hipbones and you know what no one gives a shit about anything worth anything ans I’m actually sick and freaking tired of everybody acting like being 10 pounds is attractive okay and everything in this world is so superficial and all people care about is what they’re doing this weekend and who has more followers that are so irrelevant seriously something is extremely messed up with our world and nobody realizes it? Can we please take a second to acknowledge the fact that we sit on our couches for 4 hours watching award shows where people we haven’t met dress up and we critique what they’re wearing like dont we have anything more productive and interesting and fulfilling to do in our lives?
Then I watch shows like Toddlers and Tiaras and I continue planning my escape to Canada