do you ever get into one of those situations where you’re like “I need to stop hating this particular person it’s not going to get me anywhere I’m just going to grow up and move on with my life” but then they do the tiniest thing to piss you off and then you’re like “nope fuck you right off I want to throw you off a bridge”
so my mum just came into my room and goes “i made something for you” and gives me this funny little brown book
and inside it she wrote
and then on every single page she’s written something lovely like “beautiful” “funny” ”generous” etc
every single page
this is because she found out about my self harming a few weeks ago, and wants me to have something to look at every time i feel sad
i almost cried
you’re doing it right
I have a theory that nobody actually works in Ikea. Their ‘employees’ are people that have gotten lost inside, and over the years they simply assimilate into the store. They find themselves wearing clothes that match the logo, they forget the need to eat or sleep. They are Ikea. Ikea is them.
We are all Ikea.
And now, the weather
*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.