They should invent a job that i actually want to do

nice tweet did my tumblr mutual write it for you

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now

humans are meant to lay in bed awhile after they wake up and think and rest. we are not supposed to get up right away

ill be like “ive had it” and two seconds later i will start enduring

The thing is that I don't want to be employed but I also don't want to be unemployed. I actually want our entire economic system to explode but that's not really a feasible option right now

horror of being perceived vs desire to be adored