*me Plugging In My Phone In The Dark* Dont Think About It Dont Think About It Dont Think About It Dont

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

me running very fast on my way to tell u ur doing great and im proud of u

Why can't I be a professional blorbo thinker

Gonna be doing a little journal/blog on here every day in March! I have literally no followers so honestly I’m just doing this for myself. Still not really sure how to use tumblr, so we’ll see how this goes lol

Day 4 Self Love Journal Prompts

4. Your favorite personality trait

Similar to my last prompt, this one's a little difficult. I feel like half of my personality is just how I treat other people and not intrinsic qualities about myself. I'm kind, but is that a personality trait or is it just basic human decency? I guess one that isn't as dependent on others is that I'm hardworking. I struggle with executive function and motivation sometimes, but I do my best to do what's expected of me and do it well and in a timely manner. That isn't to say it's always easy, or that I manage to do it all the time, but I do my best and that's what matters!

also look at this cute coffee I got today! It's called a honey bomb, it had honey (obviously), bee pollen (was a little nervous about that ngl), vanilla syrup, and oat milk (had to double check that it was gluten free lol)! It was so good, and the drawing the barista added was adorable

grabbing myself by the scruff of the neck and forcing myself to at least skim read a longform post or piece of text that i just scrolled past despite thinking it sounded interesting because it's "too long" i will NOT contribute to my own attention deficiency and limit my general knowledge and critical thinking skills by needing information spoonfed to me in bitesize pieces to be able to digest it i will NOT

Being an adult woman is just like “oh my tummy hurts” “oh my head hurts” “oh the burden of being alive is so heavy today” and then carrying on with your day.

I am Normal until Dodie puts out new music and then suddenly I’m thirteen again sitting on the floor of my childhood bedroom crying my eyes out because she’s put everything I feel in my little tiny body into words.