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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Love Begins
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Sade Olutola
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
The Stonewall Inn
Claire Keane
ojovivo
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Interview Vampire Daily
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Kiana Khansmith
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self improvement list i will probably not get done
quit smoking
employment
stop seeking sexual validation
stop having sexual encounters with strangers
get recognition or give up
learn how to live with my trauma
overcome my right-eye biid urges
map out the system properly
overcome caffeine addiction
i dont understand why i keep trying to improve myself when i know that no matter where my ending point is, i will always be a scapegoat. the things im good for are absorbing blame and making other people feel better about themselves. im your one stop shop for a punching bag, a therapist and a sex doll. im made to be used and discarded so you can feel better about yourself.
its so fucking unfair being told i need to put more effort in by a man who doesnt give a shit about anyone but himself. im a fucking narcissist and i feel more empathy towards the world than him. how am i being told i am not doing enough by a man who is too allergic to the outdoors to go get groceries for his post-surgery wife. how is it okay that i am told i dont give a shit by a man who actively avoids raising his own kids whenever possible. fuck you.
it’s only just now starting to hurt.
I guess the haunting was bound to end up like this though.
fuckers got me in the pit with only my arms to solve my problems
hit your bubble and watch it crack over and over until the glass shatters and i can throw you out and leave you defenseless
i killed them
self improvement list i will probably not get done
quit smoking
employment
stop seeking sexual validation
stop having sexual encounters with strangers
get recognition or give up
learn how to live with my trauma
overcome my right-eye biid urges
map out the system properly
overcome caffeine addiction
update after two months the only thing I’ve done is give up
I wanna be famous. I want everyone to know my name. I want to be seen and heard and loved. I want people to hear my music. I want people to answer questions for me.
”being famous actually would suck cuz you’d be dehumanized” IM BEING DEHUMANIZED NOW.
I wanna be famous
I wanna be famous. I want everyone to know my name. I want to be seen and heard and loved. I want people to hear my music. I want people to answer questions for me.
I think what makes me the most sad is that everyone sympathizes with them and nobody sympathizes with me. As if I am not a victim in my own way. I will forever be branded with the same labels over and over again until I am inevitably snuffed out
It's fucking funny when you start to notice the "tells" of certain alters, such as speech patterns, posture, voice pitch, accent, hand gestures, ect.
Like "wait a minute... why am I fucking man spreading like a fucking clown.... oh.... oh it's him."
how do i explain how bad it looks for her to name herself after that
you did this to me
“the world doesn’t revolve around you” they say. yet im at the end of rabbit holes. I am the rabbit holes. I am the things people watch and snicker at and feel entertained by. why is it so unreasonable to say that the world revolves around me? everyone’s already watching, everyone and not enough at the same time.
it’s weird knowing I have this. I’ve always felt this way but I never had a disorder to blame it on until recently.
develop fp-like feelings for a person I met like two days ago
get clingy
they stop talking to me
who could’ve guessed
