me: i swear i wasn’t there the night of the murder. i was at home cranking my shit cop: dude you’re not even a suspect i don’t need to know that me: i was straight up jacking my shit off that night

laid there trembling on the floor, forgot what all of this was for,

arson

does anyone know when everything stops feeling horrifying and/or akin to rejection or, worse, promises of fatality ???

i mean like, in the function sense, olfactory hallucinations are cool, it’s strange how the body can do that. but in the actualized sense of experiencing it…

getting so high i can’t hold my phone and going to sleep for forever. toodles!

i tried my hardest, for i'd never learned god's very simple and love shouldn't burn

at what part in life do you start being enough for people

the drugs i put in my mouth momenys prior taste horrid witg my toothpaste

being cluster b is so stupid. i cant fucking feel nothing. people get to feel things, but not me, cause i’s plumb robbed of my humanity.

if you have me blocked & ain’t also blocked my bf it’s because you’re pusillanimous and ain’t never fully completed a task in your life

fascinated by Nivek Ogre’s struggles with sexual identity