you cant tell me what my spirit tells me isnt true

we cant talk here. pictochat. room c.

Mondays aren't that bad once you cannot tell days apart from eachother

the last couple of days I've been noticing way more buds than usual on the branches of trees and bushes. I think something big is about to happen

to be fucking honest. if a man tried to get me fired on my first day at a job and publicly berated me and then i found out he was fully breaking a foundational ethical code of conduct in our profession and i was the reason he got caught, and then he came back to our job and nobody else knew why he'd left in the first place, and he had the fucking GALL to just frame it as "i'm sorry i was an asshole," i'd want to kill him with my bare hands

I need to vomit up a black sludge. That would fix me.

when you’re mean to me this is literally who you’re being mean to *image of me perched atop a throne of human skulls on a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls, and the dream goes on forever, one single static frame*