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someone: are you okay?
me: *pouring gasoline on myself* yeah why do you ask?
It gets very... intricate seeing as there are 6 of myself. Well, 7, but she's a kid and not really present anymore
so i started to think about some stuff. never doing that again.
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
let’s commit medical malpractice with mama
And I'm having a fucking great time
I'm becoming the adult my parents always warned me not to be
so it turns out that time actually does go by faster as you get older. just like how adults told me it would when i was younger. pisses me off
It's l o v e l y .
Bruises on my ribs, being cradled like a child by my
bf, being able to draw and being able to beat a
humanoid pillow in a rage room is all I need rn.
(Source: @mysillycomics! I got this off Instagram so I didn’t know it cropped the artist credit out!)