getting real tired of using my own money to buy myself nice things

Physically I’m here, but mentally I’m in a small classroom at a liberal arts college in Vermont maybe in the ‘80s studying Classics and toasting to living forever

i KNOW the sleep tips, google. trust me, i know about the darkness and the light and evil screens and exercise and meditation and not napping. i know “”“how”“” to sleep. what i need you to tell me is how to convince my fuckass adhd brain that i need to give up on doing things for the day and that the hours between midnight and five a.m. are NOT secret free extra time that no one will notice if i steal

If I was, say, a famous writer with a Twitter and millions of fans & millions of dollars I would just simply fuck off into the nethersphere. When people said "oh will u ruin the source material by being horrible please" I would just say. No thank u I have shaped ppls lives and honor that connection. Also I am busy not being a bigot.

you’re in his dms i am a fish in his backpack we are not the same

is there any look hotter than disheveled and slightly bloody

what city slickers don’t understand is that weird noises always come from the forest and we just ignore it

if you go out to investigate and get got then that is on you, ignore it and go back to sleep like a rational person

sometimes you have to put that nice girl act in your back pocket, stop being so shy, stop being so self conscious, and just do whatever the hell you want. look out for you.

the perfect hallucination