everything personal


“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised


there is a 42069% chance there is an immature joke hidden in this post

"I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of me, from its demands. The world increases my sadness, my dryness, my confusion, my irritation, etc. The world depresses me. Everyone is “extremely nice”—and yet I feel entirely alone."
Roland Barthes, from Mourning Diary (via perfect)