guess I'll let it go

therapy should just be One Session where they just slough off all the Goo and then you’re done. Will someone please take my Goo

when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain

shits so fucked right now that not even a single raspberry would help

me un-liking and re-liking a post that my moot reblogged from me with an answer just to show I love and appreciate them

my "suicidal hermit" lifestyle has been largely detrimental to my emotional wellbeing

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY TURN YOUR SOUND ON

i need to wander in the forest until i find the answer

probably speaks to something unwell in the collective tumblr psyche that those absurdly bleak bad luck brian memes are the only survivors of, like, an entire genre of different advice animal image macros.

Reblog if you are Bad Queer Representation.