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me, coming out of a depressive episode: lol that was so extra

you know what kills me? gets my goat? rubs me the wrong way? kicks me in the pants? the fact that jk rowling spent seven books showing how harry james potter was kind and brilliant and funny and brave and clever and powerful and intelligent and yet people still call him a moron because as a child he was forced to base his decisions off of limited information and an arsenal of subnormal social skills learned from a decade of abuse

I need to go here

I bet mermaids live here

i want to get better but being a mess is my entire identity

honestly i dont even play an active role in my life shit just happens and im like oh is this what we’re doing now ok

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

i want to be a lil fairy and drink dewdrops and eat berries and sleep in a flower