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Every once in a while I’m like “hm I think I’m due for a panic attack” and then I get a panic attack like the same day. Either I’m summoning them by thinking about it or I can smell them on the wind and it’s impossible to tell which tbh

guy working on an artwork they knew would push them technically: what the hell why do i keep doing this wrong. am i haunted by malevolent spirits and such

guy who does not do studies and does not practice shading and does not use materials of any level of quality and does not know how to use them and does not know what they are doing: what the hell why does this look bad

i think my curse got stronger

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

I love the fact that Susie sees that things are getting serious and the situation is becoming too dangerous for her and Kris to keep to themselves. And after great consideration her solution is that they should tell Noelle. no one else. not their other classmates, or the mayor, or like any adults. no, just her crush. accurate teenage thought processes representation. OBVIOUSLY three fifteen year olds can't handle the end of the world alone. but FOUR? yeah four's plenty we'll be fiiiiiine

If I ever feel like I’m straying too far from who I was as an 11-year-old girl I look down at my legs covered in stubbly fuzz, cat scratches, and bruises and I am her again.

girl nothing is ever gonna be all the way together just enjoy the bits and pieces #yourfragments

me when i have 'always hurts disease' and then i fucking hurts

chronic pain diagnoses are all like yeah we don't know what this is or why it happens. we also don't know how to treat it. good luck out there soldier