sorry. what the fuck was that?
he gaggy on my rogers until I whoopsy-doo

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@monohoeke
sorry. what the fuck was that?
he gaggy on my rogers until I whoopsy-doo
the old hellsite is dying. the new hellsite struggles to be born: now is the time of posters
people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now
when i stretch in the morning
Giving someone six geese (a-laying, and thus in full protect-the-nest mode), much less SEVEN SWANS, does not seem to me, to be, per se, an act of true love
how u doing
im not thinking about it
Water. Earth. Fire. Air. [x][x]
someone: have you seen breaking bad?
me, remembering this video: yeah it was amazing
I’ll never get over how great this joke is.
the little claw marks on the ice omg
I was born in the late nineteen hundreds
What Makes You Beautiful but the cowbell never stops
Hangry
this bitch empty
YEET
stop insulting yourself. it doesn’t help.
But what if it’s true
it still doesn’t help. you can call yourself as many names as you want, but it won’t make you a better, happier, healthier or kinder person.
punishment doesn’t work. only positive reinforcement does. be kind to yourself and get better.
“The sense of sadness and of finality in leaving a place is a good emotion; I love that the story can’t be changed again and one more place is haunted –”
— Zelda Fitzgerald, from a letter to Francis Scott Fitzgerald, August 1936. (via xshayarsha)
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