Introverts be like
We’ve only known each other for a year, why do you keep calling me your friend?
I need a journal for this shit
Today I met someone just like me. Me except they had an xy chromosome. He was so awkward. I thought wow now I know what my friends mean when they say am unfun. I need to write them letters, I’m much obliged to their kindness. Really? How can you be around someone so somber all the time?
do you ever just kinda wonder what your selling point as a human being or friend is? like, what was the point at which people were like: hey, I’ll keep this human
onerepublic || feel again
I’m feeling better
ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul
but that’s the old me
My imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.
Steinbeck, John. East of Eden. (via wordsnquotes) —