i can sense a crush coming like an old lady with arthritis senses nearby storm with the turns and hums of her labored knee

killing myself cutely

oh im miserable miserable

nothing more sobering than writing 2 to 3 paragraphs explaining everythings you’re feeling only to be hit w “im sorry bro”. instant wake up call

anyone has good horror book recs

i never know what to think about. i think about you.

after deep consideration i think my favorite boygenius member is lucy dacus

only band i’d be a groupie for <3

jerked off laughed cried thought about death and its not even 1 am yet

never saw an ibuprofen i didnt want to take

good day to all the girls deciding to have a coffee before ending it

when you talk to the cool communist girl and realize shes never felt poverty ever bcs her parents are massive landlords

being a well read twink is hard work but someones gotta do it

if you come into a bookstore and spent two hours loudly laughing TRUST people are wishing on your death

if you utter the words “tik-tok” in a bookstore TRUST the death their wishing is not swift

all of you can’t be gay and have no rizz like some of you guys are lying

i am so scared and terrified and horrified and petrified and frightened and afraid and intimidated and alarmed

WHY wont aban just end

there MUST be a way out <— girl who keeps repeating the same cycle