Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
i always click the "track package" button as soon as i get the email. "oh boy i wonder where my package is!" warehouse.
The Doctor and The Master implies a third, less prestigious renegade timelord named The Bachelor
I love when women
you ever have “cry and scream yourself awake” level nightmares that are immediately the stupidest premises imaginable the moment you actually wake up
Jayvik doodles.
First one is based on @oidingus's lovely animation.
the doctor core
"Impossible! How can you still move? My spell stops time!" "Yeah that's the problem right there buddy. You created a spell to stop time when you should have created a spell that stops me."
Sometimes I worry that I feel things too deeply, like maybe I am too soft for this world, too easily moved by the way someone says my name gently or remembers my favorite song. I get attached to moments, like the way sunlight hit my wall that one afternoon or the sound of someone’s laugh when they’re not holding anything back. I notice these small, quiet things and they stay with me. I carry them like little treasures in my pockets.
I think I just…want to be someone who means something good, not in a big, dramatic way, just…in the way someone might think of me and feel warm, like, “oh. she made me feel safe.” or “they understood me when i didn’t even know how to explain.” I don’t always get it right. I stumble over my words. I overthink. I get overwhelmed and quiet but my heart is always in it, even when I don’t know how to show it properly.
I'm not perfect. I cry at silly things. I get shy when I care too much. but I promise,
If I love you, I love you with everything that is both broken and too heavy to carry, an affection that feels like a burden I cannot set down, yet can never bear to lose.
sorry for the low quality :’)
made dinner for my family today. they said it was good but the garlic flavor was too strong. learned today that i am a garlic freak
Paint the town blue Riots all around you