can i not..

| 3/4 sad fucks | we're 4 confused teens with equally confusing conversations |

[adidasuck-deactivated20170619]

Am I the only person who gets anxiety from social media and feels ugly bc there r so many other beautiful ppl n ur so basic n have nothing to offer n can’t stop comparing urself ?

[turbo-gay]

I’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life

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i’ll just..di e  .___.

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3

Me: can i just have a mini-you to judge my life choices and scowl at my life in general?

Friend: Well yes but she also comes with the boy problems, blunt fucks, general happiness, emotional constipation and dragging you to books you'll regret reading.

Me: yep, seems like a great deal

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2

Friend: Don't worry, a will to live only costs 1 dollar and 50 cents but you also have to sell your soul, a kidney and a limb or two

Me: I'm gonna die earlier cus of that

Friend: Don't worry, a will to live comes in a package; Buy it now and they'll give a prosthetic limb or two and happiness

Me: I'd rather have coffee, thanks

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1

Friend: You need to stop drinking coffee

Me: What am I gonna replace coffee with??

Friend: Will to live

Me: Where the hell do I get that

Friend: Local supermarket

Me: Yeah, I have like 2 dollars

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Hi guys I'm legit ded Cause 1st. School 2nd. Chores 3rd. Social life 4th. Art 5th. OTPS BITCHES YEAS also Hi there And bye -Ms. Bitchy McSass.

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you. Hoe

let me love my fics

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okay so, this is about my cousin again, but idc, sue me: her: I just touched a bird I tried to "help" because it just sat there not doing anything except stare into the distance of our ruined society. So now I think this bird is carrying some kind of disease, and the reasonable answer to why I would probably die. so yeah I might die. literally 5 minutes after touching the bird 

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person: Tell us about your past, about how you reached this point

me: I messed up

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Dora: What do you wanna do today?

Viewer: Die

Dora: EXCELLENT!

[gaykrbk-archive-deactivated2019]

that phrasing pisses me off so much homphobic people aren't afflicted with homophobia it cant be ~healed~ theyre just assholes and how the fuck is shipping a very Str8, homophobic, FICTIONAL character supposed to 'heal' their homophobia. like write about aaron learning from his shittiness that would be great. write about him unlearning his bigotry and apologizing to nicky but dont ship him with other male characters then pretend to care about gay people

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DING DING DING

-Ms. Bitchy McSass

[gaykrbk-archive-deactivated2019]

and why is it up to matt or kevin actual sunshine bi boys to ~heal~ aaron they deserve fuckening better thanks thats not their responsibility dont ship a gay/bi character with a homophobic character we dont owe our oppressors shit and like? being in a relationship with a homophobic person? first of all wouldn't happen (internalized homophobia is different im not going into that) and secondly if it did would b real fucking toxic for the actually gay person

me @ matt and kevin during all this mess:

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I THINK A CERTAIN SOMEONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS

-Ms. Bitchy McSass

[dorthyanndrarry]

Patronus

word count: 1.8 K

tags: patronus, drarry

Harry held out his hand, “Start over?” he was smiling hesitantly, his eyes showing his worry. Draco took his hand, it was larger than he thought it would be, dry and calloused like a laborer rather than a wizard. Harry’s grip was firm and his smile grew more certain and hopeful. After the first failed handshake, Draco had never allowed himself to think Harry would ever look at him like that.

Draco remembered the hope, the warm flutter of nerves that would bloom into happiness over time, “Expecto Patronum.” he held his breath as he opened his eyes, half expecting to see flesh-eating slugs spilling from his wand. Instead, he saw a thin silvery mist, stretching and curling around him even as it slowly began to dissipate.

His breath caught in excitement. Perhaps he could. Perhaps he might be worthy after all.

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[gaykrbk-archive-deactivated2019]

andrew would kill without blinking before he met neil. neil would run at a moments notice without thinking twice about the trail of disaster he'd leave behind him. then we watch their characters develop. we watch andrew talked down from snapping allison's neck we see neils heart change so much that he tells andrew 'i don't want to be that person anymore. i want to go back for you' my boys grow. let aaron grow instead of ignoring his shitty actions/traits you find unpleasant about him

[gaykrbk-archive-deactivated2019]

everyday i wake up and this fandom seems to be on even more fuckshit than before

[gaykrbk-archive-deactivated2019]

so the obvious solution is for me to stay asleep. not only do i get a nap in, my eyes will be closed so i won’t have to see the bullshit some of y’all stir up everyday

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i cry every day at how nora describes what neil is to him. he is a tiny candle, a flicker of light in amongst all the darkness and if it went out, if he lost neil, the darkness would be so complete that he would never have hope again. he is the single most important thing in andrew's life. can u imagine going a decade or so without feeling anything at all and then all of a sudden you're flooded with these emotions you dont know what to do with and you feel alive again and you cant suffocate

that glimmer of hope in your heart. he tries to snuff out the flame as soon as he starts to feel anything for neil even when he thought it was just the drugs and he truly believed that neil couldn’t be real. he’s not supposed to feel these things he’s not supposed to feel anything anymore but he would burn the god damn world down to keep him safe. he’d choose him over kevin. over aaron. over anything and everything

IM CRYING REAL LIFE TEARS RN I FORGOT NORA SAID THIS FUCK NEIL IS LITERALLY THE LIGHT OF ANDREW’S LIFE

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*clutches chest*

Nora. Oh my god.

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Friend:I wouldn't get mad if my child got a little lost, more like I would brawl myself and roll down, wrapping myself in an imaginary blanket of relief