You're Never Satisfied You Fucking Cunts, Look At Your Lives. You Fucked And Gave Birth To Me, A Fuck

he's gone and im having trouble breathing 💯

others : having fun and/or getting in successful colleges and stuff

me : trying to convince my partner to not leave after i had a mental breakdown over them having s3xual relations with 3+ others and mopping my warm blood from the floor with a wet tissue

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “My partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crow"

fight club reference💯

my rules ♡

1. at school we’re fasting. doesn’t matter if the schedule is short or longer. PE is not an excuse :)

2. avoid any sort of fast food, butter, instant soups, bread, sugar. you’re not fast, easy, fake nor cheap.

3. if you go over 1000 kcal in one day you have absolute rights to call yourself a pig. because that’s what you are.

4. the only liquid you can drink is water. tea (without sugar, of course) is also acceptable.

5. the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club. if they care, they will find out by themselves.

6. smile. just smile and act like everything is fine.

Tag Yourself as Aesthetics I resonate with

Changelingcore: Broken insect wings, wildflower meadows, catching tadpoles, lingering mist after it rains, wet shoes from the damp grass, the feeling of moss under your hands, collection of strange trinkets and objects, taking your stuffed animals on adventures, doodling on your clothes, busy hands, wading knee deep into a lake, screaming into the air to ease frustration, organizing and reorganizing your treasures, bird calls, animal howls, digging in the mud, chewing on your lip until it bleeds, bruises and scrapes, the urge to live in the woods and never return to regular society, knotted hair, forest shrines, putting flower blossoms in your hair, flooded swampy areas, jumping from short cliffs

Suburban Gothic: Hot muggy air sticking to your skin, the buzz of florescent lights, flickering street lights, budget popsicles, late night drug store visits, muffled arguments, an old clock ticking, guady wallpaper, gossamer curtains, dusty cotton sheets, faded quilts, dog barkings, milkshakes in an empty diner, broken windows and graffiti, abandoned train tracks, 24/7 laundromats, rusty swingsets, shadowy silhouettes, semi-abandoned malls, sounds of far off traffic and train horns, driving around at night while soft music plays on the radio, tv static, junk yards and pick-n-pulls, holding hands with a stranger, urban legends, varsity jackets, broken glass on the road, crumbling buildings, local television channels

Cuddle Party: Excited giggles and hushed whispers, condensation on drinkware, running through an empty field hollering and whooping in the dead of night, sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, drunken "I love you"s, old cartoons, classic disney movies, five dollar pizza and breadsticks, singing out loud in the car, finding new places to explore, county fairs and arcade visits, eating fair food and screaming your lungs out on rides, trying to earn as many tickets at the arcade and still winning cheap prizes, being the last one to fall asleep, casually sleeping all together in the same bed, holding hands in crowds, if one of us isn't having a good time none of us are, wondering how long these days will last

Cryptid Academia: Listening to video essays while sketching cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings (legally and illegally), pocket knives, blackout curtains, newspaper clippings, viewing the night sky through a telescope, visiting natural history or science museums, old typewriters, info dumping conspiracy theories on friends, making plans to investigate that never come to fruition, tearing yet another hole into your clothes climbing over fences, shoddily patched up clothes, keychains and aluminum pins, novelty socks, analog watches, Buzzfeed Unsolved, cryptid podcasts, sprint training so you can outrun whatever is chasing you, rubiks cubes, sore fingers from mending, thrift shopping, essays only about cryptids

Desertwave: Billowing winds, sandstorms, wind chimes and suncatchers, succulents in handmade clay pots, aloe vera plants on the kitchen windowsill, the distant howl of a coyote, faded winnebagos, the soft hiss of patio misters, campsites and trailer parks, large rock formations covered in graffiti, picking up trash, the crackle of a bonfire, cacti and joshua trees in the backyard, never getting the sand completely out of your shoes, dusty clothes, laying in a hammock watching the stars, water balloon fights, hot springs, mexican ice cream bars, rocky desert mountains, plots of sand and plants that stretch on as far as the eye can see

my favorite childhood memory is having energy

tw sh talk

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yesternighr I got crazy and cut without proper precautions, parents found blood on my hands and the floor , time to get fucked :| I hate it snd it's just cat scratches too

why do I fucking fall so hard and then proceed to get kicked for it

sorry for being weird and evasive. i was raised to believe that having wants and needs was a moral failing

I don't want to be alive