hold up, hold up, hold up, no offence but like…. her sister… was a witch, right? and what was her sister? a princess!! the wicked witch of the east! BRO! You’re gonna look at me and you’re gonna tell me that i’m WRONG?!??!!! AM I WRONG? SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE DOUG! Grow up bro… grow up…
sneaky
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
- Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
i keep feeling smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller
i’m aware i should react more, stay more vigilant, don’t fall back after how i’ve grown, but how can i quantify the hopelessness if no one can see it
dreamt of holding hands with an old friend while she guided me through a corridor of hate that’s been expecting me, and I couldn’t but cry waking up
some random woman’s thoughts: oh hey, he’s kind of hot.
Edward Cullen: Dear Diary. Today another WHORE vies for my affection. Existence is agony.
Animal crossing characters will be like “life has no inherent purpose but i make mine about the small goals and accomplishments I complete throughout even though i know they have no real value in the scheme of the universe” and then just go chase a locust.