the smell of what you buried



you never realize how boring your life is until someone asks what you like to do for fun.

I’m gonna write tonight!!
Me fucking lying to myself (via biological-splicer)


life is all about tough decisions

getting enough sleep or staying on the internet


I think every writer/artist has that one story/drawing that gets completely skipped over, and they’d never say it aloud, but inside they’re like

'fuck all y'all, that's one of the best things I've done'

plus one story/drawing that everyone loves

'really? that one?'


ahaha yeah my feelings for that character have totally calmed down [sees picture of them] ahaha never mind. aha. ha. i lied. i fucking lied. i lied so much ahahaha i’m a fucking liar i have no control in my life ahaha help me


i didn’t expect you to follow back and now i have to seem cool, a novel


Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything because you just feel so annoying and pathetic and ugh


mä en ees osaa kirjottaa tähän mitään


mä en ees osaa kirjottaa tähän mitään


every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters


my blogging technique is staying gone for a while and then posting 20 posts persecond


i wont rest until ive complained about everything


IM HERE, IM QUEER, AND IM full of existential fear

I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead? 



sometimes people reply to my posts and i dont know how to respond so i dont respond but then i feel like by not responding i made them feel like im ignoring them when im not and then i just weep into my keyboard

#same with ask messages so I just randomly type something and give up