Hey there, demons. its me, ya local mess

Tomorrow is March 28th

There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.

Hey, reblog this version instead, please!

i hate it when you're heating something up in the microwave and it starts to go snap crackle pop so you take it out but it's still completely cold. shut up then??

forgive me father for i have opened a notification and read the message within to make the red dot go away and then forgot to reply for a month . it will happen again

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else

I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

the monster under the bed is scary to YOU. i’m having sex with it though.

firm believe that not everything happens for a reason, sometimes things are just cruel. and they shouldn’t have happened and it’s not supposed to be a lesson because we never deserved such thing.

the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.