Sometimes I think about how if I was single again I’d be so annoyed and bored trying to date because Jake trapped my ass like a professional. He had no roommates, a stable job, wine was always in his fridge, and whenever I came over he’d make the bed and put on Hozier radio. How did he know to do that. Is my romantic brain that easily trapped.

Things I’m done with in 2019: Supporting friends who lean their entire weight on me to help them and comfort them in light of the consequences of their shit decisions but can’t send a simple text of comfort when I need any kind of support or empathy.

puncromancer:

might fuck around and become a false prophet

(via 885nothankyou)

lohver:

i am attracted to kindness.

(via pigmenting)