survival horror

they’re called. th. they’re called responsibilities bechause theyh keep fucking respawnjng

nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times

im just built different (unstable)

literally every day i say to myself “wow i’m having a really bad one today” like girl i think this is just your life.

my friend was testing perfumes out at the store and she sniffed a bottle and anounced "ngl this bitch kind of sucks" The girl at the counter suddenly looked really sad, and my friend was like "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking about you." And the girl looked up and said "No don't worry, I didn't think that, but I just crushed a ladybug with my shoe" We both took a peak over the counter. she'd stepped on a red m&m