wasteland

me, acting suspiciously Functional™️: i can’t believe i’ve faked a mental illness for the last decade

!!!

*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*

this is my favorite image on the internet

when you split up parts of yourself between your ocs

#I feel so called out

me revisiting my scene phase playlist

me having a depressive episode

god

the one thing all of us writers have in common is that none of us are fucking writing

this is literally the only mood I ever have

just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask

I have a real problem fighting down the impulse to just reach down into the frying pan and flip whatever it is I’m frying over with my bare hands. Like I’ll be fiddling around down there with some fucking spatula or whatever and some part of me will be like “you can just reach down if you’re quick and precise enough. It’ll be fine don’t worry”

Human brain: i’m not putting my hands in the fucking frying pan

Monkey brain: fingers nimble…………. dextrous

Sorry I can’t hangout I have to work on my essay

if i had the money for my fashion sense I’d be unstoppable