i am pretty much 3% human and 97% stress

i always feel so bad when people leave me nice messages and they’re like “i’m so sorry if this is creepy” like no are you serious you’re not creepy at all have you seen my blog i’m the fucking creepiest person alive


i want to get so good at giving sly digs that you dont even realize i insulted you until like a week later when you randomly start crying while eating breakfast


teenage girls actually have to go through a lot of bullshit and the fact that it’s considered cool to make fun of them for being upset or emotional is kind of gross



what do you call a sphere full of idiots





What does kindness get you? This.


This speaks strongly to me because I live in the same kind of city, encounter kids who need money, food, help every day. The beggars beside my school know me by face, I use up at least thirty pesos a day, at most sixty, or even up to a hundred, just for them. 

I don’t need to worry about who knows I do that—I just worry about what’ll happen when I’m gone. There are street dogs covered in sores that greet me when I walk to school and walk back, jumping all over me for a petting, there are people who say hello to me even if we don’t know each other’s names. 

You just do it, you just help, because why shouldn’t you? 



You can’t escape followers, i’ve already glued the door shut


Nice try followers, but I replaced all the glass with rubber.


Too late followers, I’ve already cloooggged all the toooiiiiillleeeetttts


my biggest tip that i can offer to anyone is to fake confidence until it’s real