Tumblring on my phone

mom: Who are you texting?
me: Nobody.
mom: What are you doing?
me: Nothing.

Of course, you can safely assume that anything I post is intended for the widest possible consumption, even the really personal-looking stuff, because I am an egotist who derives emotional validation from the quasi-exhibitionistic public airing of every dumbass random thought that passes through my brain.

bpdpoc:

I’m a social vampire u gotta invite me into ur conversation or I cannot enter

free-booty:

I don’t mean to interrupt people I just randomly remember things and get really excited I’m sorry

seaofdreams:

tbh if i was given the chance i’d trade my uterus for a bag of Doritos and a cool looking rock

incendavery:

terrible

Source: incendavery

ineedtochangemyfuckingurl:

mattsmcgorry:

does anyone else get really anxious when the cashier hands you change and you’re hurriedly putting it away in your wallet so that the next customer in line can proceed or is that just me

i don’t even put it in my wallet, i just crumple everything and throw it in the bag before the anxiety bomb goes off

till-the-end-of-thebucky:

do you guys ever get to that point where hobbies are literally stressful? like people are like “oh your depressed and/or anxious? just do something you love!” but literally doing the things you actually do still like doing stresses you out because you don’t know if you’re doing them often enough or right enough or if you’re having enough fun doing them

bubonickitten:

“why do you always talk about yourself and your brain as separate entities?” you ask

“Coping™,” i yell before doing a clumsy backflip out the door

thunderthighmobster:

me:*hangs out with someone for 3 hours*
me: oh hey, I just remembered I have to tell you something
me internally: that was a lie. I’ve been wanting to tell you all day but I’ve been too nervous to just say it so I’ve been mentally rehearsing for hours and