I Mean. Surely Everyone Has Very Few Memories And Can Barely Discern Whether The Things They Do Recall

nausea is an inhumane experience and i’m tired of pretending it isn’t

my mom hung up some clothes of mine on the doorframe and it seriously could not convey more "this guy dresses like a cartoon bully" if it got up and stole a kids lunch money

i go to bars and coffee shops and breweries and libraries and thrift stores all the time by myself and i have a chill banger time i love my own company. so why is the grocery store a warzone. im fighting for my life. barely make it out alive. if someone even looks at me i want to blow them up with my mind

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

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Would A.B.A from Guilty Gear listen to Her Name In Blood by Strung Out

how life feels after a salad and 64 oz of water

they're prepping me for autopsy but i sit up and say "oh no thank you" and walk out of the room

We can't keep letting bands get away with $70 sweatshirts