you know those studies showing that cursing helps with pain tolerance or whatever. that’s how i feel about making my weird little noises to get through my basic daily activities. sometimes you just have to go hggblaaaah for a minute so you can find the strength within yourself to get up or wash the dishes or send an email. mmmnneh. urgh. the torments are unending but you can always make some little sounds about it.

not only am I a loser and a pervert but I’m also a gay emo fag

the unimaginable power of saying "huh, guess that's not for me" and moving on with your life

how the hell do people work full time AND work out. and also eat. i feel like a dvd player

sucking on a worthless original

to all the people who haven’t unfollowed me throughout all my fandom changes… bless your souls

you know what? the years really do start coming and they really don’t stop coming

when people say my name im like.   cant believe i exist