Dude, That’s Literally All It Is

Ahhh so it’s currently midnight and I’ve been up since 4 but I’m on public transport and my anxiety won’t let me sleep.

It’s ok you’re ok just breathe for me please

having to sit in a corner for 10 minutes calming yourself down

she's not here anymore, she's gone

Hey hey it’s okay it’s gonna be okay. Take a breath for me please. Listen yous are awesome yous can do this I know it sucks now but you can trust me it will all be ok

there was no fucking need to yell

no need to slam with the fucking doors

we’re already overstimulated

Youre not making it easier for anyone

we’re crying, fucking crying, bc of you

I fucking hate blaming people for things

but this was all your fucking fault

HEFUF TRUST IS NOT GIVEN ITS FORGED WHY SHOULD I GIVE HIM MY SUPPORT HE SACRIFICED HIS ✨UNCLE HORT ✨

WHAT KINDA SICK COWARD HOLDS BACK HIS POWER WHILE HIS FRIENDS GET DEVOURED HE DIDNT EVEN FIGHT SCYLLA DIDNT EVEN TRY ✨ TEQUILA ✨

WHEN DOES A ✨CABBAGE✨ BECOME A METEOR, DOES A ✨CABBAGE ✨ BECOME A BLAZE

Eihh me to mines name is Craig I hope he’s still there when I return

I have a spider on my ceiling that's been living there for three weeks, I called him Dave

But now I haven't seen him for a day.... If I don't se ehim tomorrow I'll hold a funeral for my dear beloved Dave

WAITTTTTTTTTTT

DOES OP STAND FOR ORIGINAL POSTER

Ace won

“Race you to the other side!” 🔥 🎩 👒

Yessssssssssssssd please

It's strange, I have such a deep desire for someone to view me romantically yet I have no desire to love someone romantically myself. I want to be loved like a matriarch. Loved by a man who worships her despite her wildness. Yet, I would hate to love like that. I could never love him as he loved me. After a time, I feel I would become uneasy with the attention I would receive. It's an amatonormative and heteronormative ideal. I desire the compassion and motherhood that I've seen matriarchs hold. I desire the headstrong opinions of those women. I want to be the matriarch. But I can't love a partner like that. I've never been able to. I desire a friend to climb through bear country with, bells at our waists. I desire a friend to watch the sunset with. But I fear I will never be a matriarch in that world. I must forge the path between the two, the path strewn with leaves and broken glass. I will be relentless, compassionate, and headstrong until the day I die.

Which one

guess who’s crying over a fictional character again