no one ever likes me as much as i like them and that’s it
can you imagine how fucking relieved the french must have been when we reached the year 2000?
they went from having to say “mille neuf cents quatre-vingt-dix-neuf” to just having to say “deux mille” to say the year
why does boredom have to exist
It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me