i think ultimately you do really have to kill that part of your brain that vividly imagines how you would redo parts of your life.

You can’t let this stupid ass evil world rob you of your vibe don’t let them do that to u

Me if I was different from how I am

my bed is the only safe place in the universe. everywhere else is too loud and too much!!!

fuck it we ball (malnourished, heavy eve bags, dehydrated, and on the verge of insanity)

book covers for horror books are so boring nowadays. they need to go back to being gothic as fuck

is anyone else not vibing with the always looming sense of impending doom or is it just me

I love to be sleepy. I love dim lighting. I love cozy bedding. dozing off is the best feeling

with fat pussy comes fat responsibility