If We're Mutuals Youre My Bestie Ok

Girl who cares so much it makes her sick: whatever I don’t even care

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

dyed my hair green back in june, stripped it thenn dyed it brown (green showed through), then red-brown, then a dark cool toned brown (green showed through), then a blue-black and the green STILL showed through. h e l p.

this one goes out to all you sickos on tumblr at 10 am on a monday

ow oof ouch

i swear to god if one more stupid fandom ruins a beautiful text post i am calling the police

me every day: fuck america

me, on the fourth of july: [holding a sparkler] fuck america

'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do

get a girl you can pray to and receive her divine eminence. this is about dyke sex btw

close aint close enough. i need to hug you so tight that our ribacages interlock.