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I always am about to go to sleep at a beautiful 11pm and then something happens to me

love ignoring things ‘have you seen this terrible show’ no im the ignorer ‘can you believe what that company tweeted yesterday’ i am the ignorer

why do the porn bots disappear for a while before coming back in huge waves its like plants vs zombies tumblr style 

*sighs dreamily* what a fucking weirdo

*twirling hair* what a fucking freak

obsessed with villains who you just KNOW are aware deep down in their heart that they've done something unforgivable, but the only way to never admit that or face the guilt is to keep doing it over and over again until they don't feel guilty about that first time anymore

my music taste is so banger i will listen to songs i like and be like hey i really like those

But SIR that's my emotional support unedited 8000+ words of an in-progress fic I can't publish yet because it's not chronological

No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.

I’m assuming you’re talking about the ‘died and came back different’ thing?

No, I’m talking about the mundane horror of existing as a human being.