if you're still out there masking I'm out there too and I love you. we are not alone.

my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

“you’re a grown ass man and you need help doing that?” some grown ass men are disabled ma’am

Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.

before I was a tortured woman I was a tortured girl and before that a tortured child so this is actually a lifestyle #notaphase

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary