american teenagers: communism is good
me, an eastern european with eastern european family:
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wishing i was on a balcony in italy, wearing a long floral dress, eating fresh fruit, and staring at the sunset and landscape below me
pretty wild that you can just write whatever you want and no one can stop you
except my own fucking brain
Unstoppable Force: my need to do things
Immovable object: my executive dysfunction
straight man: *speaks*
me and the only other gay person in class:
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
i like musicals but like……good musicals. like the barbie movies
I don’t know how to casually play video games. It’s either I’m not interested or I play for 16 hrs straight and forget to eat.
That’s adhd babe!
them: the first step toward fixing a problem is knowing you have it
me, continuing to be completely dysfunctional despite my astoundingly high level of self-awareness: okay fucker what’s the next step
starry-eyed 