nothing makes me feel more alive than hating on kendall roy

hating on reza pahlavi is a close second

been thinking thoughts and by this I mean I was haunted by the visions again

we do not need all these male bloggers. we need some plumbers and mechanics though.

the only good parts of my life r the ones i have no recollection of

actually the entire country becoming a warzone is quite good because atleast now i wont worry about being single on valentines

my back hurts so bad all the time

subway stations r like practice for the zombie apocalypse

no i fr need to kill myself expeditiously

abusers b like "how dare you still remember that awful hurtful thing I told you 5 minutes ago wow کینه ای much??"

and i’ll always be there to say YES SIR I AM 😁

bitter and always angry girls will inherit the world

listening to emo turkish music from 90s like i don’t even go look for this stuff they come out of nowhere

just signed up for another semester of misery and misfortune

android users always loud about iphones being made by child labour, meanwhile all these brands do the same like lets not play morality olympics with tech brands of all things.

I can’t go back to who I was so I’ll just kill her

missed this (screaming so much i get a sore throat)

I have decided to not only embrace solitude but to glamorize it too.

like my own place. with my own kitchen and a cat that naps too much and all my books. Buying one of those small projectors and watching my stupid little shows on a big wall. if that’s not The life then what is?

i take care of my obsessions like they’re my children

one thing about me is that i love planning. i love lists and schedules.