My Blog, Like My Life, Is A Mess

it is what it is [bawling my eyes out]

if you think i’m clingy now you should’ve seen me in past lives when i was a moss on your grave

kittens are amazing bc they're like what if a wayward ball of lint was also made of knives

and please remember to stay up late because that’s free time

baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

waiter! a bullet in the head for me please

i wrapped my heart up for u in foil in case you want it later it's in the fridge

gnawing at the steel bars of my enclosure which i built myself

anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"

im sending you telepathic messages btw are you not getting them are you ignoring me hello pick up

What's wrong babe? The horrors of reality sinking in again?

tumblr night shift is crazy everyones ready to die or ready to fuck

Back in my day we called it nightblogging and we blamed the Australians

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

fucked up to me that some people dont let their pets on the furniture. you have this little guy in your house and youre not gonna let them sit on the couch with you? no kitty on the bed? incomprehensible.

kissing your forehead because i love your weird brain