bro are you doing okay? there’s no twinkle in your eyes and your whimsical demeanor has been replaced with a profound sadness

streets are saying i dont deserve this

uma fandom got shooters peta id start looking over my shoulder if i were you

people will completely destroy you to the point where you can’t even express anything anymore and then blame you and call you the asshole for being cold

december hits different when you realize the person you wanted to end the year with isn't even someone you talk to anymore

no contact is no contact fuck you and your birthday

its ok to speak with the voices sometimes

should i just transition bro

that boy was telling me our souls are bound together how did i fumble that

this implies that shit i dream of has happened somewhere

i fell off

talking in 5 discord chats scrolling twitter and watching youtube all at once

i think i’ve emotionally flatlined

we’re so close to cyberpunk 2077

modern car gauge clusters when your oil change is due:

people like you shouldn’t be allowed to drive if you cant operate a fucking car without technology assisting you in everything

russia not that cold i fw it