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Another day, another moment Tubi Flesh Hat is burned into my mind

Another day, another moment Tubi Flesh Hat is burned into my mind

I like keeping the Holy Trinity of beverages (coffee, monster energy, and black tea) surrounding me at all times, just as God intended.

I feel so unstable, don't think I'll ever be able to function like the rest.

everyday is repetitive, everyone's so damn competitive, and I'm overwhelmed by stress.

I wish I was clean and pretty, small and skinny, and maybe, just maybe, I will be someday.

if I'm only a good in concept, and I'm just another reject, why can't it be in the manic pixie way?

Life's like a test, it's not easy. But it's as if everyone got the answer key, and I was left to guess.

I feel hollow, and all I do is wallow, when did my life become such a mess?

I still haven't finished my homework, that means one thing: chug a monster and pull an all nighter

Shit, I'm supposed to be doing homework, not scrolling through tumblr

This is so me core, except my first reaction to everything is to cry like a little piss baby. So it didn't really work out ig

Ottessa Moshfegh, from "Eileen: A Novel," originally published in 2015

Do I post too often here? Is there such a thing as posting too often here?

I know so many people with gorgeous brown eyes that do just that. When the light hits them, they sparkle like a thousand stars. I'm just left in awe every time

Henrik Ibsen, from Six Plays by Henrik Ibsen; "Peer Gynt," written in 1867

My friend asked me about my new tattoo before class today, and I couldn't help but laugh because it was actually just a bunch of notes I had written on my arm

One day, I'm going to cover my room in beautiful paintings of the sun, the moon, and stars. It's gonna be awesome

the moon in paintings✨🌙

I was just wondering if I took better care of myself if I'd be less depressed, then remembered I don't take care of myself because I'm depressed

The gothic enbie urge to wear nothing but layered jet black clothing, chunky shoes, and butterfly backpacks

Moth and Butterfly Bags // Vitka Design

Me when acne

maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth

Sometimes, I worry that I ruin everything that I touch.

That everything lively around me withers away.

Like a winter chill to a flower patch, my presence is too much;

and eventually, I'll watch all that I loved crumple and decay.

Am I the Greek Chorus in the play of my life? Allowed to watch, yet never intervene.

Or am I being pathetic, choosing to wallow in it all? The World's Oldest Angsty Teen.

Maybe I should paint my Ukulele with sun, moon, stars. This looks rad

Like seriously. Consider the wireless earbud users in your life, are they happy? are YOU happy? Because I only ever hear them complain about their wireless earbuds Every. Chance. They. Get. And despite this, they still defend the before mentioned wireless earbuds.

Stop lying to yourselves

I've come to the conclusion that wireless earbuds users only like them because A: They've been conditioned into liking because they're forced to use them. or B: They're a fucking masochist.

Stop lying to yourselves

I've come to the conclusion that wireless earbuds users only like them because A: They've been conditioned into liking because they're forced to use them. or B: They're a fucking masochist.

Beautiful music, I heard you everyday

I think I've been going insane since you've gone away

The silence is deafening, and looms all around

I scream and I cry, if only because I long for sound

I hate wireless earbuds.

Unfortunately, I have just come to the discovery that my new phone doesn't have one of those audio jack thingys, and so now I either can't listen to music and charge my phone, or I have to use awful, tiny little earbuds that get lost and die all the time and randomly disconnect and reconnect from phones at the upmost infuriating times possible.

I'm hungry, but nothing is appealing so I don't wanna

She craves perfection. A mortal striving to attain the perfection of a celestial. Oh! What I would give for her to see, herself through my eyes! To know I worship daily at her feet! To know her flaws, to me, are her wings, Her tears, my crystals, divine. Love, it is no harm living a human. Being human. Icarus flew, until he was no more. Please, I pray, let me sing with you, And not of you. -ENYAH --@purplepeiskos

“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

― Vincent van Gogh

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

I fucking want these so bad ohmigosh

I 'm gonna be okay because I'll make it so

If you think I'm full of shit, tell me something I don't already know

but let me live in my feeble fallacious fantasy

for just today, let me believe I'll be okay

and that I'm going to be okay because I can make it so

My kitten is crazy. The little menace just attacked me because I didn't give him a cheez it

“I have never known who or what I am supposed to be. The only thing I know for sure, is that I am supposed to be more than I have been.”

— William Chapman

This is what knowing your burning out before you've fully burnt out feels like

Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen