burger and fries and hugs are nice

Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again

Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?

Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

This post continues to occasionally strike a nerve in the trust fund baby influencer fandom.

I can’t get over “and comes fucks me”.

This video ruined all those aesthetic photos of fog for me. I can’t see a foggy landscape without this video playing in my head.

It’s Comes Fucks Me Wednesday babes

FUCK. YES. this is what im fucking TALKING about

thank you for coming to my this #mythis