you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

That’s called anxiety.

That explains at least half of my life then

"It’s still there, you know? All the love, it’s still right there underneath my ribs, begging you to pull them back one by one & crawl inside."


having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch 


I hate it when netflix pauses and asks me if im still watching like yeah you actually think i got up and started doing something with my life bitch put my show back on