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he/they/she | 33 | CA🌴| welcome to the chaos inside my brain

[unusual-suspects]

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[thatsbelievable]

[freakoutgirl]

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

[freakoutgirl]

and love..........

[yellow-cat]

the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt

[solvuntur]

weird vibes aren't exactly rare at an antique mall but this one stall w/haunted energy had a sign with phrasing that has been stuck in my head for days lol

GIRLY STUFF FOR THE DAMSEL

BITS OF GLAMOUR FOR MADEMOISELLE

[phoradendron]

BITS OF

GLAMOUR

FOR the

MADEMOISLLE

[aureliagaming]

*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool

[hippiedippieblondie]

Male loneliness this, male loneliness that. Have they tried lobotomies? Tranquilizers? Being fingered by medical professionals? Tearing the yellow wallpaper off the walls of the attic room where your husband keeps you locked up?

[rosieandthemoon]

[mondo-grosso]

[rosieandthemoon]

Garden of Ninfa in Italy

[writingdose]

the character in canon: calm, composed, cold, intimidating, invincible

the character in my fics: shaking, whimpering, curling in on himself on the floor and is covered in blood

[important-cat-pics]

[d897gyhaujfkedw7r9euwijkjfkdl]

[cutecipher]

can you put that thing on a leash?

[d897gyhaujfkedw7r9euwijkjfkdl]

ok

[fairyinthetrees]

"In another world" "in another life" no I refuse to accept that thought process actually. this is the only one I have and I want it in this one

[withdreamsofhereafter]

Purple moths

[stuckinapril]

i gauge somebody’s emotional intelligence not by how introspective they appear to be, but by how capable they are of stepping outside of themselves and owning up to their mistakes when the situation calls for it

[jaythelion222]

Being a system is like one day you’re convinced that your abusers are actually good people and they never did anything bad to you and you’re just making it all up and the next day your brain will randomly decide to bless you with the memories of the fucking war crimes your abusers committed towards you while you’re waiting in a Tescos parking lot or some shit