I See You Reblogging My Posts

😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

stop asking “is this good?” and start asking “did it cause emotional damage?” that’s how you know.

...ouch 💀

All these story ideas and I find myself unworthy to write any

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

Me: I am a fierce, independent woman who does NOT need the loving support or approval of anyone else.

Me, five seconds later: TUMBLR PLEASE LOVE ME

WARNING!

Report sightings of anyone whose smile seems too big for their face. Anyone who seems too friendly and happy to meet you. This could be a sign that the metaphysical cult known as 'The Grin' has infested them. Most of all, do not take their hand. If all else fails, run.

Did you write today? No? Okay, not a problem. Just open a doc and write a sentence. One sentence, that’s it. Just one. One, dude, just one. I know you can do it. One. One sentence. Just one.

You guys, can I just... Lana Del Ray???