Archive for the ‘ quarter life crisis ’ Category
I’d like for you all to meet Harold, my 3D owl wrist tattoo. I love him, but am hiding him from my mom. She doesn’t like tattoos. She already thinks I’m a horrible, ridiculous piece of crap… I don’t need anymore anxiety from being degraded right now. I have a lot of fucking homework and [ READ MORE ]
i used to complain of not having a life. i look at what i have no and it hardly seems pedestrian on paper, but it does not feel sufficient. however, how would i know when it is at a satisfying, manageable place? my curiosity piqued at this idea today when i was thinking of all [ READ MORE ]
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