anxiety: ur gonna be late!!! get there early
me: *is 15 mins early*
anxiety: no ones here ur in the wrong place!!!
sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage like… nice…….
(via marketplace)
Let me slip into something more…comfortable
*disassociates*
(via okayeststepdad)
friends: what do you want to do?
my brain: die
me @ my brain: we can’t say that. these people don’t understand casual existential despair
(via c-teardrops)







