NEVER KILL YOURSELF DAN AND PHIL HARD LAUNCH ON A RANDOM MONDAY IN 2025
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NEVER KILL YOURSELF DAN AND PHIL HARD LAUNCH ON A RANDOM MONDAY IN 2025
reasons i can relate to a raccoon:
dark circles around eyes
small & chubby
lives in the trash and eats garbage
cute but will fight you
stays up all night
washes hands a lot
communicates solely through weird noises and screams
This makes me inexplicably happy.
I smiled uncontrollably when it started playing, omg this needs to be everywhere on tumblr.
I SAW THE GIF AND WAS LIKE “IF IT’S WHAT I THINK IT IS I WILL BE PLEASED”
AND THEN IT WAS
Kids need love.
“Got yourself a headache?” “No, I was just thinking.” “Is that so? What about?” “I… Oh bother, you made me forget.”
Yes I have a nightly routine it’s called being Insane in my room till I pass out
A quick belly study. I love bellies!
The cycle
Step one: I need you; I am afraid. Step two: I need you; I am sad. Step three: I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone, fuck off. Step four: I don’t need you, but I like your company and it is well with me.
the feeling of unwelcomeness is one I know far too well.
back into hiding. back into never being good enough, never saying the right thing, never having enough money to shower the gifts that I hope will somehow repair what I have broken.
"See, see, I'm different now, I promise, I've painted it for you, I've wrapped it up in pretty colors and delivered it with a smile, why don't you believe me?"
but the gift has cracks, and there is no time to fix it. Who would ever want a broken gift? Once beautiful, now broken forever.
"why didn't you just tell us it was broken?"
because you don't have time to fix the broken pieces anymore that you once so beautifully handcrafted back together with your kind eyes and your believe that I was better than something that just destroys.
and you've been fixed by someone else, my job has been replaced with someone who can put your pieces with the most masterful skill.
And I will continue trying to find a lighthouse in this ocean.
and now that my job is done and I've seen you through to a happy life, I will be disregarded along with the other broken pieces until I find mine.
Even though I found my glimpses of home in friendship, and my home always had a warmth and a light, it is now flooded by an ocean of tears and I will hopefully wash up to a lighthouse.
another implusive good intention left with the crippling tears and anxiety of the realization that I don't belong.
I’m probably the only one who thinks so far ahead that I know my future foster kids are already alive on this earth before I’ve even started dating.
it's strange how many people drop me. give up on me. I guess my loyalty is too strong to those who don't care about me. I guess I'm no longer fun or who I used to be. I'm the person that everyone knows, but no one really considers me a close friend. I'm feeling so incredibly left out. No one asks me to hang out. No one checks on me. I try so hard and I'm never good enough. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I'm not included. I don't know why I'm not apart of anyone's clique. I have lost much community and it doesn't seem like it will ever come back. I've made many mistakes but it doesn't seem like they will ever be truly forgiven.
In the transcripts of their acrimonious divorce proceedings, Mrs. Burnett told a different story.
#lol me if I had become Mrs. Burnett
does living ever stop hurting