i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

money beyond ypur wildist dreams

one hundred and seventy dollars

they should invent a drug that makes you talk normaler so people like you

Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance

i think i might be a weird pervert

i think i might be a weird pervert

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

Girl whose most frequent mistake is inaction voice: wow I keep making mistakes I better not do anything

Getting high on open window air

just chewed on my lip until it bled and my mom said it’s okay it will heal in a few days. painfully reminded the body really does just heal itself over and over again. theres somebody whos been trying to save me all along and its me

I will do anything to be free

Even escape?

I dont know. Can i do that

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

The four most interesting parts of time loop are when the person kills themselves for the first time, when they kill someone else for the first time (in a fuck around kind of way, this doesn't count if they already were killing people outside of the loop), how they break the loop, and the weeks afterward where they loose their fucking minds in an entirely different, significantly more damaging to the world around them way. And yet I rarely see anything done with that last one. People leave time loops and are all happy go lucky 'oh boy'. Where's the grappling with people you know who will never know you? Where's the knowledge that the safety of the loop is gone, and you can't fix any mistakes you make? That's the good angst I want