Just finished my last midterm and I’m vibrating with that post-stress energy. Mom surprised me with my favorite shitty takeout (extra greasy, just how I like it) and now I’m torn between wanting to marathon horror movies or ride my bike until my legs give out. Also low-key love how she still cuts the crusts off my fried chicken like I’m 12—don’t @ me, it’s nostalgia. 🖤 On a completely different note, caught myself staring at my roommate’s hands earlier and now I can’t stop thinking about how they’d feel wrapped around my throat. Jesus Christ, maybe I need to get laid. #GothAcademicStruggles #MomStillBabiesMe #DistractedByGoodHands (Mood: restless)