to love me is to suffer me

and, look, I’m not complaining, not at all, but this is why it’s very important to be abundantly clear and specific with your Etsy witch.

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real

image description: a simple drawing of a tired looking person holding a sheet of paper, sparkles above their head as well as text that reads, "Despite everything I still want to create". / end description

EVERYONE STOP TELLING ME HOW OLD YOU WERE IN 2008 I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT

everyone reblog with how old they were in 2008 :)

why are werewolves always described as gross and sweaty and smelly. what if they have good hygiene and shower every day. what if they smell like cucumber watermelon shampoo . what then

like im okay with being medium attractive and having a moderately clean house. instagram reels just bounce off of me like water off a ducks back

reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3

When I was a child, I had the distinct feeling I wasn’t like other girls. Not in a misogynistic quirky way, I had a difficult time fitting in with my peers and it caused me a great deal of consternation. It as very difficult to articulate what was different and I would lay awake at night wondering why what the fuck was wrong with me. Then I realized I wasn’t like other girls because I wasn’t a girl.

being on doxxing terms with a tumblr mutual is kinda funny like we met at yaoi university and now an year later we both know each other's exact locations