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kink shaming is dead. I respect people with foot fetishes more than the president of the united states of America
please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy
the delirium of not sleeping is such a double edge sword. it uses up all my confidence to face everything at exactly 3:67am. so by the time i need to get to facing, id rather be buried alive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
sometimes you have to take a long hard look in the mirror and say. okay buddy. you stayed up until 2am stressing about shit. you had a nightmare last night. you’re exhausted. don’t expect anything special from yourself today and don’t handle any dangerous goods. sparkle on
hey girlypops 💕 yall ever accidentally pull the string when you’re cleaning up and you don’t have another one? yall ever do that? is this universal? walking around feeling it with every step?
where that bitch sarah tonin at
If i lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. July 1951
beautiful women like my posts every day and yet the nightmare goes on
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i feel like i need to put this some where. i know eventually someone will read it.
my life is complicated and without going in to too much detail, i don’t know where it’s going to lead me.
i just need somewhere to say that i never hated anyone. nothing i’ve done was out of malice. if for whatever reason im hard to find, please look for my dog’s best friend’s father, SR, in S, M I. he’ll know something happened and where to probably begin.
this isn’t suppose to be alarming or anything. i just.. i don’t know. i don’t have anyone to talk to. the only person i can talk to.. i can’t? i know this is so cryptic but my heart loves every single person it has ever loved with the same love. i never left. i promise. and no matter where i go, im always here. understand?
please know that everything is okay and i’m just a worry wart, okay?
i hope you guys are doing so great. sending all my love and hugs 🥰
idk if it's just me but i'm glad that the majority of people outside of here believe tumblr is a dead site because like i've been here for 13 years and like this is my house??? i don't need thousands upon thousands of people flocking here it'd be like inviting chimps to a house party total fucking carnage
hey. miss you guys. i get on here and see your posts and wanted you to know i think of you guys all the time. life is life and i have no time because of it but hi.
Happy Friday!! @misssquirrel @carnalreincarnated @iamboundtowhen
i should wake up and automatically be restored to full health, that's how sleeping should work, what is this horseshit
*waking up with a sore neck* where are my goddamn spell slots
genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
reblog to mash your face against your mutuals like a cat
i’m slowly dying inside. i feel the last remnants of me just crumbling to dust every day.
i’ve hurt everyone and myself in pursuit of a new world and i don’t know. i don’t know.
i can feel the rope slicing through my hand. i won’t be able grip anything soon. forget holding a pen next week. at this rate, i’ll have severed my fingers in a month, if not sooner. and it’ll be my own fault