and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
seen from United States

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and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
i killed my dad :( right :/
I hate capitalism, I hate the modern world, I feel trapped and suffocated. Although capitalism isn't made for anyone other than the 1%, I specifically feel so trapped and caged by it due to my alterhumanity (nonhumanity and archetropy included.)
I know there are always positives to living in modern society and I should look towards those good things but this feeling has always been in my heart and will continue to be there always; I can't ignore it all the time.
I am a wolf, living in modern society forced and expected to go along and understand everything going on. You wouldn't force a wolf into a household, force it to get a job and an education then tell it to look on the bright side. I know its kind of a joke here where animals post pictures of themselves with a caption like "this is who youre making do taxes" and what not but its genuinely a distressing experience for me (this isnt a criticism, i love those posts theyre very silly.)
new guy is rly weird I've never had a rat like him and it's making it hard to officially name him :/
b. .. bnha au?
a feeling of unease settled deep in sadie’s stomach at the thought of stumbling upon evie’s dead body. even though she was still technically only missing, she couldn’t stop thinking about what it could mean. the same twisted daydream played over and over, leaving her in a constant daze. already the jumpy creature, sadhita felt even more on edge as she set on the edge of shore by herself. never the one for solitude, for some odd reason paranoia seemed to gnaw away at her. the brunette shakily pulled out a cigarette from her bag but had trouble actually getting the thing to light. frustrated, she wore down her thumb trying to get her white lighter to spark. “what the bloody flippin’ fuck,” she muttered out, smacking the plastic against her knee. “this cheap piece of shit is going to give me an aneurysm!”
Why do you have two names?
Olivia is my first name and Jane is my middle name. I like both so I just put it there and let people decide what they want to call me 🤷♀️
Also dissociating slightly
Sitting down is the ultimate relaxation right now as well