having OCD as an athiest is so fucking funny like fuckkk i forgot to lock the door 5 times now this plane is gonna crash... by some mysterious unrelated secular force... and i'll go to hell... which i don't believe in...
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
stalking her spotify playlists on the desktop version and looking at each date a song was added and cross referencing it with my own perceived timeline of events then analyzing the data and making assumptions that are probably incorrect because idk i have a lot of issues
the concept of elliot page getting a better written role in a nolan movie because he transitioned to the gender nolan writes better roles for is actually killing me
Growing up hearing “Wikipedia isn't a valid source” and then entering a workplace where people say “just ask ChatGPT” is a surprisingly strange timeline
asked my friend what if i’m faking my ocd and i don’t actually have it and she was like “i don’t think you would consciously choose to act the way you act”
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.