i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.

enough of asking "would you still love me if i was a worm?" would you still love me if i was a pit in your stomach eating away at you from the inside? would you still love me if i was a distant memory you could do nothing but grieve? would you still love me if i haunted you for the rest of your life?

Look at what you’ve done, you’ve given babby anxiety!

sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it

sorry my family didn’t teach me that i have a place among others so now i’m weird . sorry

when everything feels like the movies you bleed just to know youre alive. or so ive heard.

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*