No one has come to remove my spine yet.
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No one has come to remove my spine yet.
Back pain? Have you tried:
Boom crack the sound of my back
Running with Tristan really helped me calm the fuck down a little.
I’m gonna wake Tristan and drag him out for a run.
Seems like a healtiher option than sitting here and eating so much candy that the sugar will catapult me into the next manic phase.
“Trust me I’m a professional”
... at ruining other people physically and mentally so I have in-depth knowledge of what a thoroughly fucked up person looks like.
I’m feeling like one of those abandoned factories that no one has set a foot into for years and that is now slowly breaking down while no one gives it a second look except for some punks who throw bricks through its windows at night.
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
Napoleon ‘Illya’s Pulling Another Shit’ Solo
I’m still fucking hot though so I got that going on for me
i am a bright and colourful piñata and god is a 13 year old birthday boy whose parents have just announced their divorce.
Maintaining a blog is overrated
in retrospect, yikes
“all pop music is autotuned trash” sorry i cant hear u over how much more fun my life is than urs
*takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath*
you mean, skin?
What an absolutely terrifying addition to my post. Thank you.
God, no amount of water could cancel out the level of salt I develop thinking of that bastard.
I’m not planning to die unless I’m absolutely sure that I’ll end up in the 9th circle of hell for what I’ll have done in life.