What I tell myself:
I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK
What I actually mean:
I AM GIVING SO MANY FUCKS RIGHT NOW THAT VALIDATING THEIR EXISTENCE WOULD PHYSICALLY CRUSH ME
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What I tell myself:
I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK
What I actually mean:
I AM GIVING SO MANY FUCKS RIGHT NOW THAT VALIDATING THEIR EXISTENCE WOULD PHYSICALLY CRUSH ME
Someone do drugs with me.
reclone reblogged your post bobshit: spec ragequitslife is in lov... and added:
he’s seen the source material. theres no turning back now. embrace the truth.
the tru dokis deep down inside
they will vomit up onto u
((Each death egg has a special surprise inside. That kills you.))
...Well I have an Author Group blog post due tomorrow
(actually Saturday but Marvel Phase 2 party I am *not* skipping for this)
and...no clue what to write about.
I mean I clearly have lots of thoughts on romance writing...but I'm trying to think of how to condense my NSP submission thoughts into something suitable for casual consumption by people who don't know me.
idk man sometimes i just wish i had someone to hang out with at weird hours of the night and do cool shit with
Like Acid
I mutilated my own hands in the shower today. I had written some chemistry notes on them so I would be forced to study them each time I looked down, but then I realized that the pen marks would remain on my hands for tomorrow during my actual exam.
And that would make me a horrible, dirty, disgusting cheater who shouldn't graduate college and deserves to be put to death.
So I scrubbed my hands raw in the shower, and ironically I memorized every damn letter that was scrawled on my skin. Nothing but pink flesh remains, but I still feel like I can see the dark marks on my hands, as if they had been burned in by the strong acids I was trying to memorize in the first place.
Things are getting so difficult.