ཐི⋆ 𝖘𝖍𝖞 ⋆ཋྀ

When I was a kid and someone made me mad I’d save a picture of them, open Microsoft paint and give them a stupid little mustache. Genuinely one of the healthiest coping mechanisms I’ve ever had.

doomscrolling through the weather app because it’s never a normal temperature anymore. It’s always some fucking bullshit.

My health issues are flaring up again, and I fully passed out after they took my blood. That’s never happened before, lmfao.

If I didn’t hate having any sort of social media presence I think I’d actually throw up in my significant other used chat gpt to write a heartfelt post about me, like wdym you needed artificial intelligence to come up with something nice to say

Grieving, grieving, grieving. I grieve for all the things I have lost and will inevitably lose, whether it is by the cruel passage of time or my own hands.

I want to write a book and paint and learn and bake and grow things and build a greenhouse from scratch with my own hands and it genuinely devastates me that I need to sleep and juggle responsibilities. There is not enough TIME for me to do everything I want to do in a day.

I miss when Supernatural felt like an actual horror instead of a religious epic with quips