Scullbonk

i wish my brain were not full of gludge. i would like to be using it & because of the gludge i cannot do that.

funny thing about anxiety is sometimes it kind of breaks your sense of danger. like i am known for repeatedly putting myself in situations that make my friends go "bro you couldve died. werent you scared?" and the answer is 👍 yjeah. i did it scared. i do everything scared. i didnt know that was the actual important kind of scary because i usually have to ignore my fears to function in society. it will happen again. watch out.

I'm going to fix everything in the next three hours everyone wish me luck. if i dont then probably ill dig a hole and lie down in it for a bit in the rain/sun/whatever outside looks like these days

the hole isnt even that bad

Me when i find out who killed the radio star

just saw a "only one bed" fic with the major character death warning

#i guess that's one way to solve that problem

“This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

stratt upon finding out about bloodymary