me as a journalist: HOLY SHIT Things Are Fuck
mood: 20 unread messages but still feeling lonely
Yah know, John’s secretly in love with the idea of his wife being in love with Timmy
me: i gotta focus on this beca-
brain: ladies and gentlemen,
me: please
brain: this is mambo no. 5
me at 15: why do my parents watch fuckin hgtv all day?
me at 25: damn the granite countertops really do make that kitchen pop
-ing isolate myself from everyone i love
there were seven eggs left
same
you must have a lot of tea cups
yes
i am very proud of your collection
hey guys
dude fholy shit
me: *wants to live a minimalist life with little to no clutter*
also me: I’m keeping this math assignment from 5th grade I might need it later.