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vintage wallpaper inspired dividers part three:
please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕
。𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ simple line dividers
sunset
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im a fucking pussy and i cant do it. Whatever
i dont want to but i have to commit to what i started
i have to kill myself its only right at this point
god can you just kill me i fuck everything up im ready to go lord please 😭🙏
Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Duress”
[Text ID: “Often, I’ve wanted, / not death, but disappearance, / evaporation, a bloodless self-banishment.”]
I’m gonna kill (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) someone else (remembers murder is bad) on accident (realizes it’s not an accident if I say I’m gonna do it) and I know because I’m from the future (remembers lying is bad) no I’m not (feels guilty) I’m so so sorry (remembers actions speak louder than words) (does a backflip)
i get that’s it’s not always obvious when i’m on my lunch but you’d think people would notice not to bother me when i’m hunched over eating a vegetarian burger like that bitch eating his son
hold on what is this gif
I beg your sweet fucking pardon
i can’t stop thinking about the time my roommate and i asked our insanely ripped neighbor brian who wore flip flops year round and sunglasses on the back of his head for help with carrying a solid wood dresser up to our apartment. he wanted to get his son who was home from college to come help too so he takes out his phone and goes, “siri, call christian christianson” and turns speaker phone on while we stand there sort of stunned by the name and after a few rings cc answers, “what the hell do you want” and brian just hangs up without responding and is all, “kids, am i right” then carries the dresser up four flights of stairs pretty much by himself. we offered him a six pack of rainier as thanks which he immediately opened in our kitchen and downed 2/6 beers in 10 mins while telling us about his 1989 dodge ram 1500 he was trying to get his son to restore with him to no avail. really nice guy. we never saw his son before he went back to school but any time i ask my roommate for help with lifting stuff or reaching something he says, “siri, call christian christianson” and we reminisce about brian and his truck.
One of my favorite images ever ngl