*softly* don’t.

what do they put in large rocks that make u just want to. stand on it.

i see a medium sized rock and i’m like “god. i need to go stand on this and be 14 inches higher off the ground right now”

fool me once shame on you fool me twice whyyy that’s so mean fool me three times ohhh my goddd

clown graveyard and its just one grave

Not because it's packed like a clown car but because only one clown has ever been killed

why don’t you plant some lavender and when it blooms you can squeeze a leaf or two between your fingers and the smell will calm you down. how about you do that. bitch

good idea

thank you. i have a lot of other good ideas as well

such as?

have gay sex

fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away

being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways

preforming my compulsions while rolling my eyes to show i know theyre irrational

my nostalgia for circa 2010 club music is hysterical to me. i was not at “the club” in two thousand and ten, i was at home on the family computer singing along to “like a G6” as if i wasn’t in the G6th fucking grade