everyone say happy first day of fall to snoopy

Sunday is short. Mornings for sleep, afternoons for washing hair, dusk for strolling like an idler. Franz Kafka, 1907

Me trynna act normal when I’m high af

if i tell you my head hurts i don’t want you to ask me if i’ve had enough water. i want you to drop to your knees and scream “she doesn’t deserve this!!!” until god puts me out of my misery

Ahhhh the familiar restaurant industry feeling of walking away with hundreds in cash yet painful throbbing feet and depletion of all personality

People are so loud and wrong

the urge to say "so you hate me" when i don’t get my way

"i wish i had olivia rodrigo when i was 15" you had ribs by lorde you ungrateful piece of shit

this time of year can be hard for many people. the air is colder, the sky is darker. i pray you find time to rest but also to rejuvenate your mind. when possible, push yourself past your limits — work to change your thoughts, exercise, stretch and prioritize your sleep.

me if i was a gingerbread

google searching "how to stop heart from aching over past events fast and easy"

do football players have to wear helmets to stop them from kissing each other on the lips