Y la noche no llega por más que se ruega

Me, refusing to leave tumblr: sir, this is my emotional support hellsite

everyone sharing their twitters and other social media in case of this website experiencing an all-out collapse. not me. use the information you’ve learned about me to track me down. piece together the cryptic clues i have left throughout my blog over the years in preparation of this day to decipher the location of our future meeting. i’ll be waiting

I don’t think I wanted death before as badly as I do now

*coughs up blood but like in a sexy way* hey

that 19th century consumption style

*seductively lays across your lap and starts crying*

Me: *is feeling bad* Also me: *can’t think of a way to make it funny* Brain: can’t talk about it then

this is…. meta as fuck

no more toxic friendships in 2018, no more toxic relationships in 2018 and no more toxic thoughts in 2018 

only toxic by Britney Spears in 2018

I miss hannibal