Embrace the subjectivity of beauty and get scared

doing a novel type of torture where after you make the mindbroken hero girl finally admit that she's tired and she doesn't want to be a hero you then immediately make her start playing hero again

gallop on, forevermore! keep fighting until you die, little puppet. there is no sweeter agony than knowing you could have been freed from your eternal struggle and having that chance ripped away

me talking to a drummer: these metal discs you hit… fascinating. i adore the one which resembles a clam.

t-shirt that says "LOW SUICIDE RISK"

raising a lot of questions already answered by the shirt

remembering in my biology class last year when the teacher called someone a numbskull then said “sorry, I should be calling you guys ‘gumball’ ‘cause you’re all chewed up” then a guy said “I’m more like the bones in a grave, like it’s just over for me” & none of it made any sense

aint nobody gonna break-a my beat..aint nobody gonna sloooow my cooore.. oh no..i got to keep on music..

Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone

I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it