Sometimes I wonder whether I have any real intelligence or if I just have enough random bits of surface knowledge to bullshit my way through most things.
Your name is EMILY. You are a TWENTY-THREE year old graduate of GRAPHIC DESIGN, but still consider yourself a STUDENT in the field. You love FONTS, GRIDS, MINIMAL THINGS, and OXFORD COMMAS.
You like BOOKS and COMPUTERS and are generally a HUGE NERD, but that's okay by you. You also love COWS and think they are super rad. Also you like LEAVES.
before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.
and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.
don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not
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