Dear Ody and other people who find this pic SO TRUE,
I’m writing you a letter, because you seem to be the only other like-minded human on the planet at the moment. I have a SEVERE case of too-many-ideas-can’t-fucking-get-them-down-the-way-i-want-itis.
I’M GOING FUCKING INSANE in artistic ways. And other things.
Ever crave monotony just to give your brain a break? But then when things are boring and brain draining, you just want to throw things and hate the entire world for existing? Sorry, this is sounding a little morbid. I really am fine.
Also, really having major issues with having the hots for sexy men but can’t be fucked going through all the games/ chasing or playing hard to get/ soul searching/ awkward getting to know them slightly beforehand shit. Why can’t you just mail order with specifications and send back for a full emotional refund if things go wrong?
oh go to sleep already.
Love Claire.
raan:
(via unicornology)
