After Taking This Month To Process My Trauma, I Now Have Explanations For Why I'm So Broken Lmao

op turned off reblogs but I want this forever

I JUST WANNA LIVE IN A REMOTE LIGHTHOUSE ON THE NORTHERN COAST OF SCOTLAND AND SLOWLY FORGET MY OWN NAME AS I'M ENVELOPED BY SEAWEED AND BECOME FRIENDS WITH THE SELKIE

this post is exclusively for people with dirty rooms

this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you

if my doctors name was house i would wanna know his first name before he does any surgery on me. what if its haunted

Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope

drake?

i can’t wait for when chatGPT and ai image generation also crashes and each prompt cost $50 an attempt. oh you can’t get your stolen big tiddy anime ghibli art for free anymore? you want to buy real big boy art from real artists now? beg for it. beg for it like a dog.

Only you

Finally finished

no one:

not a soul:

my school's air conditioning: A-WEEMA-WEH A-WEEMA-WEH A-WEEMA-WEH