when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from
i smell
this post literally gets me through everything and anything
oh god it’s back
i-hate-myself-so-much-i-am-numb:
my uncle is a priest and he’s staying over for a couple days how the fuck am i supposed to watch supernatural and read fanfiction with his righteousness here
Sacrifice him to Satan
no he’s making mac and cheese for dinner
maybe tomorrowI admire your ability to keep your priorities straight.
I think the real question is why should a girl shave, preen and diet herself into oblivion for a guy in sweatpants and a t shirt who hasn’t trimmed his pubes in 3 years
Please stop reblogging this I’m scared a social justice warrior is gonna find it and realise I’m a boy
I am the loneliest piece of shit on this earth.