Adulthood is literally just a cycle of spending every waking minute wishing you could go to bed until it’s actually time for bed and then it becomes the absolute LAST thing you want to do because going to bed is the thing that makes tomorrow happen and then you have to do it all over again
I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time
”?!” makes a sound in my head, but I can’t describe what it is.
whenever a site tells me i need to be 18 or older to enter i always go all like “lol yeah sure i’m 18 right yeah” and it takes me a second before i realize oh wait i actually am over 18
i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch