depression: hey no one truly loves you and nothing you do will ever matter
me, doing a test on what jelly bean I’d be while drinking stale pepsi out of a mug: at least im not fucking licorice flavor god could you imagine
Author: attackonbucky
Sloths aren’t lazy; they’re just saving their energy. Today, that energy is released.
this is singlehandedly the scariest fucking post on this hellsite what the fuck
doctor: well we don’t have a cure for “insatiable lust for pasta” but i’m going to prescribe you zoloft because clearly something is wrong and i don’t care enough to find out what
me: sounds good doc
what yall up thinking about?
how I will have nothing but meaningless, empty relationships for the rest of my life. how no one is genuine and everyone is fake. how empty I am. and how horny I am. how I wish things were different. how they’re not. wondering how we’ll end up.
them wings i got downstairs in the fridge
“when’s your birthday?” awfully bold of you to assume that i was born






