have you ever met a person that you’re forced to mantain a level of cold civility towards but if you could you would totally punch them as hard as you could but you can’t so every second you’re forced to be around them you’re thinking of smashing their face in just so they’ll shut up
Kristen Stewart fangirling over Jenny Lewis
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
I’ve definitely relaxed because I’ve like sort of just relinquished control. There’s nothing I can do, but who I am, or whatever. It used to freak me out. I still wish I could tell myself to just like calm down. But that’s it.
The trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.
