Zz-zz-zz-zz-zz - Bleeghhh

Why don't other people find life as hard as I do? I think about death everyday. I'm so overwhelmed. Everything is sooo hard. I don't know if I really want to die or if I just can't live. I want someone or something to strip me of all my responsibilities, all the pressure. If that is death then so be it.

how to stop feeling their hands on me no glue no borax

The urge to write an angst fic about Vox that completely others him from most of hell because he's a machine, and machines become obsolete one way or the other, and someday he'll be a broken flat box in a junkyard that no one looks twice at. No one will look at it and think "there was a person in there. There was a soul that occupied that screen" Because there isn't a soul there. It's just parts. Broken thing of the past that used to shine and glitch and scream and fight desperately to stay important. But it's a box. It's been taken apart by the hungry scavengers looking for anything valuable to sell.

Was he killed by a vengeful overloard or was he left in the rain too long? Did he fight to his last breath or get a little bug in his system? Did his death have meaning or was he a slave to the wires that run through his arms like veins? Does it even matter now, when he's a broken flat box in a junkyard? Does anyone remember?

It's 1am and I need answers

oh i LOVEEEE the broadway musical. i've rewatched it sm it's my favorite too!!!!!!!!!!! :D

speaking of raggedy ann. guys. whoever sees this and feels like it. i give u permission to reblog/comment and info dump about raggedy ann & andy etc and history and whatnot. please its soo kewl learning about these silly ragdolls

sometimes i feel like all i am is a disorder

i like to think one of the first things Alastor did after coming back was visiting Rosie right away <3 gotta see the bestie

suspected bpd culture is knowing no matter how good the relationship starts out you will be the downfall of it eventually

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watching peep and the big wide world to cope. it is helping

psychosis is so scary what do you mean there was a random flash behind me and now i am being watched. why is my closet slightly more open than it usually is i don't remember keeping it like that there is Something in there. i am going to die tonight aren't i.

Google how do I make someone so obsessed with my body they forget I'm a human being