good day! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

vending machines are like emotional support monsters that charges u for trust issues

me eating shredded cheese from the bag is a sacred ritual

a normal monday is either slightly cursed or slightly healing

vending machines that don't work should legally have to apologize

def not i don't trust this girl

"no worries" while actively worrying on 9 different levels

healing looks like eating cereal at 2am

if life gives me lemons, i'm trading them for iced choco

life reset

🫡

my mental state is held together by my playlists

*crafts one emotionally loaded emoji*

i genuinely think i could enjoy life more if people stopped commenting on it while it's happening

knorr toyomansi on top!!

staring at my to-do list like it's personally offending me

my brain is basically 88 open tabs

life after graduating feels like an unpaid internship ngl

anxious attachment style represent

me vs my 99 alter egos deciding which one is showing up the next day