the best thing about being alive on earth is that sometimes there is a kitty

imagine hating on me when im in my room hating on me too

when people say my name im like.   cant believe i exist

I’m slowly beginning to accept the reality that 2007 was not last year but in fact almost four years ago

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

being understood isn’t enough. I want to feel seen, accepted, and cared for. Understanding means little if it isn’t applied through actions

isnt it really cool how your memories can just physically attack you at random

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

once i figure out what’s been bothering me for 25 years it’s over for you guys

Not now babe, I'm experiencing the unbearable weight of my own emotional insignificance

my dead wife. the ad free internet