I love the ugliness of love. Removing love from its socially accepted roots. Love as not a mere source of tragedy and sadness, but as an active corruptive power over those it mystifies. Love as the addiction without cure and the wound forever bleeding. I love seeing the beauty of something so coveted spun on its head.
Plurality can be fun, actually
You can joke around with your headmates
You can (AND SHOULD) make little groups and discord servers for you to chat with your headmates
You CAN dress up to look like yourself better
You CAN make art of your headmates
You can. try to be happy. despite your pain :)
cute people wanna kill themselves after doing one wrong thing
customize your Internet browser to make it cute. make your phone keyboard adorable. get yourself a cute launcher. put stickers on your mirror. wear too many bracelets. life is so fucking short. you're going to die. who cares.
what do you mean you didn’t know i was unstable you met me on tumblr
The amount of anger inside me is wild for someone who only wants to give and receive love
when fall bleeds into winter ♱˖⋆₊˚.‧
do yall also ever get the soul crushing realisation that you are in fact mentally unstable and its not just something you made up for attention or because its "quirky" and then just sit there like damn
The doll shop of ANOTHER