haven

these “niche” coquette pedophile-supporting girls on my tumblr r pissing me off idfc about your preference for older men leave me the fuck alone

i do not know how to speak anymore

im going to fix my entire life

When?

Like Um. later

searching for friends on tumblr but everyone is an aesthetic girl blogger plotting to give you an eating disorder. what is going on

crazy how there are only 2 hours of doing things every day before you keel over and die. if this werent normal id be worried

the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt

i love the way your mind works

saw obsession for the third time tonight. greatest score of the decade, i cried this go around. my golden rule of horror is that if you want it to be scary, it has to be sad, and cast and crew nailed it. i love movies.

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

it is endless entertainment watching yall make up lyrics from my gibberish melody demos and then try to dissect them

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

i think the most beautiful thing about being a human is the capacity to change