im always like “wow im so tired i should go to bed” and then i open ao3
girlies when the rot and decay is so fundamentally interesting that they are compelled to observe it
why so silent?
what is the point of life if not to have your brain busted open by some art every once in a while
"i'm gonna go find him"
he's so ready to beat the child support out of his dad
i fucking love star wars
good evening to the girls who pick their skin and hair, the girls who bite their cheeks and nails, the girls who arent girls at all, the girls that are stuck in loops, the girls that can never make their coffee right, the girls that are lost in the irony, the girls that bite, the girls that are gerard way, the girls that are wired earphone connoiseurs, the girls that want to kill their fathers, the girls who like graphic poetry, the girls who are in spirit violent white guys, the girls that cyberbully, the girls that suicide bait, the girls that pirate, the girls that use vitriolic language, and last but not least the girls that blog <3
my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush
officially diagnosed with bed too cozy disease
I love fanfic writers. Never change.
“Are you ok?” No bitch I annotate books for fun
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