I Need Someone The Physically Yell At Me Everytime I Don't Go To Bed Hungry Cause The Voice In My Head

i need someone the physically yell at me everytime I don't go to bed hungry cause the voice in my head hasnt been doing its job lately.

i love remembering that this tweet exists

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me:

Thought for the day: What Alice Oseman book had the biggest impact on your life?

i wonder if theres any correlation between liking the early seasons better + growing up in a small town. i feel like a lot of my own love for those seasons comes from feeling seen in shitty rundown motels and diners and broken abandoned wooden buildings and everybody knowing everyone. and for me personally, the great escapist fantasy is having freedom from all of that, such as driving around from town to town in a car that is the same thing as a home, but never quite leaving it behind either. having the mobility to leave the town you grew up in, not having to live and die in the same place, but also never quite leaving behind the towns with buildings that look like they could be in the old west and shooting cans after school and being late because you got caught behind a tractor. having the freedom to leave when you feel too stuck, but also having the freedom to stop at the nearest truck stop and feel like no time has passed since you were six years old, or eleven, or fourteen, because time doesnt really exist in small towns, and sometimes it feels like you dont either