So Im Being Horny And Wayching Porn And I Burst Out Laughing Because The Top Came And He Literally Sounds

popeye_sailor10349213802: im sad

popeye_sailor10349213802: im not doing good

BLuTo-2005: I'm sorry man. Whats wrong.

popeye_sailor10349213802: spinach doesnt work on me any more

olive.oyl1337: ok

popeye_sailor10349213802: spinach stopped working on me even if i eat a mountain height pile of cans if spinach

olive.oyl1337: ok

Enikő Katalin Eged (Hungarian, b. 1992, Budapest, Hungary) - Cat BINGO, Paintings: Digital Art, Prints

the euphoria of clicking on a random youtube video about an obscure topic and then realizing it was made by a trans woman

I think the person I once was and the person I wanted to be in the future are both starting to slip away.

I wanted to do so much and be so many things all at once, but it all feels more and more unachievable as everyday passes by.

I'm so scared. Is this a cry for help?

I don't know. All I know is that I appear fine to everyone else, so I should be fine.

I'm stuck in the past because I'm forced to stay put. What else do I have than the memories that were once built?

I wish I could remember. If I don't hold on then it's all gone and then I AM gone too.

ねる…

I'm going to sleep...

The so-called "walking popcorn bug" is actually a flatid planthopper nymph covered with a protective layer of waxy white filament, like a cottony cushion.

im FACKING sorry alright

"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.

This is kind of crazy to even think of writing out but I'm doing it anyway (pending doom?)

I realised I subconsciously categorised my friends into different percentages.

Like, I adore my friends and would absolutely want to see them achieve well in life, because they exist and by existing they deserve to be loved. Still, uuuuuhm, the percentages comes in a form of "how much effort do I push into our relationship with each other" I suppose?

Which is weird to say at least... okay wait, no, while typing this and processing more of my inner thoughts I just had an epiphany.

It's called being biased! Jesus christ, what level of dunce am I surfing at? That's such a normal thing to even mope over and feel guilty about. Hello?