concept: me gently sipping tea in a quiet bright cafe, I aced my exams and the bees are safe
*talks to boy once* ok theres no reason to tell my friends and get them all excited it was just a conversation
five minutes later:
me when i’m in a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation:
I’m not like most girls *long pause as I sip chocolate milk through my very complex straw* I’m worse
(Source: froginsurance)
Me: okay brain, don't freak out, but we've come across a minor inconvenience
My shit brain, dousing itself in gasoline: unfortunate,
listen, i’m soft and anxious and i’m just trying not to get hurt.
what do you want to be when you grow up
