Justthe_Ghost

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out

“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”

this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

Your capacity for evil is showing

does it make me look cute

another week of whatever the fuck this shit is

someone will post something i agree with and I'll be like "yeah I'll reblog" then therell be a reblog from the poster like "YOU CAN REBLOG THIS BTW. YOU HAVE TO REBLOG THIS BTW" and then i wont

“help” is my favorite way to say that something is funny. like hey i laughed at this post can you save me

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

haterism becomes too much sometimes. like do you people like anything