Do no harm but take no shit

gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me

when the dash is boring and i start going to the blogs i follow individually for posts: im on tour ^_^

my dead wife. the ad free internet

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

tumblring for these 6 people always in my notifications

repeat after me: fuuuuuuuuuuuck thaaaaat

when im 45 years old ill still be here posting like take my hand. lets go into menopause together

my body has 0 tolerance for doing anything or going anywhere

no, i don’t watch that show, but i do follow its developments extensively via tumblr

not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore

crazy how there are only 2 hours of doing things every day before you keel over and die. if this werent normal id be worried

im a fake fan of everything i like because i cant remember anything

mind you i’m doing this shit while employed. never give up

"impulse buy" (noun) anything I have been low-key thinking about purchasing for 3 months, an item that subsequently spent 24-48 hours in my cart as I went through each and every state of grief, and which I then bought, in a desperate, the-guilt-can't-get-me-if-I'm-fast-enough rush.

*the fattest fucking sigh from the depths of my soul*

I need my weird alone time or I will explode