WE ARE THE KIDS that you never can kill

hnn I WANT IT SO BAD

Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say “EXTREME CHOMPIN’ “ in four languages?

OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if it’s still there! hopefully I didn’t destroy it in my excitement

There’s more!

I love.

OP and Wexter can break all my toes and I would still send a thank you card

Do you ever become desensitized to your own trauma?? Like you’ve been dealing with it for so long that when you accidentally let it slip out in conversation and the persons like “um oh my god?” You’re like wow I forgot my life has been one unspeakable horror after another #noted

Someone draw them with the Resistance crew to scale

“Why is there a pentagram on your floor” okay first of all mom, it’s not a pentagram, and second, what were you doing in my apartment

oh shit I summoned my mom

a parentagram

This is a common misconception! As the English usually kill their host, we’re actually parasitoids not true parasites!

now this is a correction i’ll stand for

i want to be a cat. jobless. educationless. useless. there to be pretty and soft

due to personal reasons i have decided to stop making sense to anyone. i will not be accepting constructive criticism nor will i be taking any questions at this or any other time

all i can say is that the traumatized little girl version of me who moved strangely through the world and was emotionally neglected didn’t just disappear because she got older. she’s still there inside of me and she comes out more often than i realize. i was given so many names at birth that i can give her one and call my present self another. and i take care of her, nurture her, parent her, and calm her down. she didn’t deserve what she got and she is still inside of me and she always will be. i carry her with me and i protect and love her.

laughing together with someone you like having around is probably the most purest form of happiness