Deer teeth. For you, kid!

I want to be heard (doesn’t speak) I want to be understood (doesn’t explain) I want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)

time to make a post on tumblr. surely no one will interpret it to be as offensive and bad intentioned as possible.

despite everything, it’s still you (derogatory)

these relationships are always increasing numbers as well. so obviously we need six eleven to mean somethimg

imagine if that's the date it finally happens

most tragic thing about wanting to see more stuff of your oc is that the c is o and YOU have to make the stuff. devastating. why can’t art of my beautiful baby just appear in my hands. just materialize under my pillow, like from the tooth fairy

anxiety is so awesome i love convincing myself that things that could in no way feasibly be my fault are, in fact, my fault

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

huge fan of when guys look tired as hell

i lust for that fictional character