i love you so much
but do me a favor, baby: don’t reply
cause i can dish it out
but i can’t take it
well, yes, perhaps i overthink everything to the point my extremities are numb and i want to rip my scalp off of my head and my brain sucks all the blood out of my eyes and my stomach acid turns to cement and i’m in a billion different places at once without ever going anywhere but in circles… but, like, the notion that i [may or may not] even exist at all fucks my mind, and i can’t just sit there and take it in every orifice without questioning it.
in conclusion, what the shit am i supposed to do when i can’t sleep because i feel like an alien? when i am worried about fifteen specific things that are entirely beyond my control…?
I’m grossed out by the kind of stuff tumblr does to its users over an extended period of time
Grammar and punctuation is completely lost on some people, to the point where their posts are unreadable and irritating
And tumblr fosters and feeds this incredible narcissism and need to impress people- people who don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.
how about giving a fuck about something that matters?
i’ve been living with raccoons in my ceiling for the last 15 months. fuck no, i’m not going to scrub the walls and the floor before i move out.
Kitten rejected by mother and raised by golden retriever
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