MORE THAN IT HURTS YOU.

my pet ant is going yandere for a crumb

Item: spellingberry

yearning

they try to poach me for my fur

“ten years ago” and it’s 2016 oh ill throw up

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

you've gotta be kind to yourself no matter what

this is twice as true in the winter

the world isn't ending and you don't need to kill yourself it's literally december. it's december. and you need to be nice to yourself.

big and cutes my me at you

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

I see you’re trapped in my gay and stupid maze again

*kicks your carcass* OMMGGG *kicks it again* EWWW