Synfulrants - Patron Saint Of Roses

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

I know this is a niche one but I can’t get it out of my head.

Me and the desperation that hits when I can feel my depression getting bad.

grabs your ankles in a dark cavern and gives you drugs and recites orphic plays while I wave a candle in front of your face going "ITS WORKING"

fine, i’ll say it. raspberry is everything strawberry wishes it was but strawberries get the spotlight for being cute

Being a system is so weird like my mummy and daddy didn't like me so now I'm sans the skeleton

got stuck on the toilet earlier and my inner monologue started coming in cookie monster's voice for some reason

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away