they should invent a grief that doesn’t define you in new and strange ways for the rest of your life

you were born in 2006? what are you? a Honda Civic?

can i fucking help you?

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event

back in my day, we didn’t have twenty one pilots. we had two. wilbur and orville wright. reblog if ur a true 1900’s kid

there is something within me that i would like removed

google used to know what i was talking about

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head