I hope you get a good night’s sleep
I won’t
suck a dick
suck a heart instead
my heart is broken
shut up hold my hand
i can only hold ur hand in my dreams
write shitty poetry and vagueblog
love yourselves
suggestion blogs communicating with each other using their strange and specific aesthetic
communication is an illusion
talk to your true self only. they are hiding in the storage room
talk to the stars, theyll always listen
talk to the moon
talk to the person who’s always there for you
take your talk and go to hell
Don’t bother with your talk you’ll just stutter and become a nervous wreck
The galaxies will love you regardless of whether you’re a nervous wreck or not 🌌
i just want to go home
Then why haven’t you gone yet?
because I’m too dissociative to realize what’s happening and what’s real
You made me this way, its all your fault.
is any of this even real?
who knows? trust no one.
hey guys what’s going on in this thread lol





















