in my free time i enjoy heresy and overthinking everything sending myself into a state of near catatonia while at the mercy of the tug of war between external stimuli and strong inner drive to dissociate from existence as we know it

my love language is being completely devastated that people cannot live up to the highly idealised versions of them that live in my head 🙂

it’s actually an album but we call it a photo dump bc we r trash

what do u mean i cannot lose 25kg after just 30 mins in the gym

jesus died 4 your easter-themed social media posts

the body is 80% water and 256% regrets

i sexually identify as a problem

whoever has a voodoo doll of me please tongue the crotch and bumhole area vigorously

will degrade u 4 money

why the fuck x are they converting this into a scatporn site

sad poetry tweets means your therapist isn’t good enough and i am a prime example

reject conformity embrace psychosis

you were the fastest sperm; what have you become

eat my ass for girl dinner

i hope your email never finds me, well or otherwise

how much work did it take twitter for tweets and tweeting to become daily layman’s terms only for a nepo baby asshole to name it like a cheap pornsite lol

fuck me up scotty

the problem with inner fires is that burning feeling; the cost of the warmth and light

BUT BABY ARE YOU ALSO CAUGHT IN THE PERPETUAL STANDSTILL OF WANTING TO BE LOVED FOR WHO YOU ARE AND WANTING TO BE CHANGED INTO SOMETHING THEY CAN LOVE