a cult of sadness

I miss my suicidal hermit lifestyle. it was leagues better than my current lifestyle being that of a suicidal slave

riding the highest horse you’ve ever seen back to my glass house

what i’ve learned in my life is if someone is treating you poorly and youre asking yourself “what magic words can I use to make this person treat me with basic respect,” those words don’t exist and they never will.

Nobody can read, everyone is dumb, most people are unwashed dullards etc. except for me, the very special tumblr user who's smart enough to notice that everyone else is very stupid.

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

settings > wound > my wound > reopen