少し悲しい
slightly sad

questions that shouldn’t cause anxiety but do:

what do you like to do?

what music do you like?

questions to which i have no fucking clue:

what are your career goals?

what are you good at?

what do you want to do?

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my main roadblock is this: i want to do what i am good at. but i don’t think i am good at anything in particular. i can name a few things i can manage to get done, but that’s just it: i manage… i get by. i don’t go hard. i don’t do overdrive. i don’t even get into drive. (or so i think.)

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"Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?" — Daughter by Janice Lee

(Source: misterracoon, via succubus-bones)


do you ever catch yourself thinking in a different language? the other day i found myself lost in portuguese thoughts. then i remembered i don’t speak portuguese and i actually wasn’t thinking anything at all.

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→ i'll just leave this here...........

SPONGEBOB VOCABULARY - GERMAN

→ I do not have a misguided cult following, and therefore I'm not used to having this influx of bizarre & aggressive anonymous messages...

pseudointellectualslut:

but to make something ABUNDANTLY clear:
You do not know my mental health history, and before this moment, I have not felt the need to acknowledge these private issues on my blog.
I will not provide you with fodder for your voyeuristic jerk-off fetish for sad girls falling apart. This should not…

In short: I’d rather you disengage from this viral manic pixie dead girl fetishism. (I hope you can understand that)

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amen