The Legacies People Leave Behind In You.

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

*slurps your brain like one huge noodle*

hell yeah i wanna get laid

into my fucking GRAVE

isn’t taking a break from work and napping just the human version of rebooting

like if you can’t get it done, have you tried turning yourself on and off?

new genders just dropped:

- no longer wish to be perceived

- must be the most fuckable person in the grocery store

i’m so freaking proud of you!!!! may you be blessed with productivity in the future :D

y'all. I managed to take a quiz, write a paper and turned in an assignment tonight. I had a breakdown about this yestetday but I fucking DID IT. I'm SO proud of myself right now.