Elysium-enjoyer - Sunrise Parabellum

Babygirl I know fandom history that you wouldn’t even care about

the trees might be changing… but what about you?

gulls are proof that a) there is a god and b) that god enjoys the pain and suffering of birders

thinking about how when you punch a mirror so that it cracks and fractures into multiple shards reflecting your own visage back at you, you're really just ironically surrounding yourself with more of the self you loathe in your quest to attain self-destruction. the grotesque reproductive quality of gouging pieces from yourself in order to lessen the burden of existence, and in the process only proliferating more individual aspects of You, shedding them as you go. much to consider.

everything seems so … / pointless? / my life passes me by and i don’t even care to stop it

THE POWER FLICKERED THREE TIMES

IF WE LOSE POWER I’M QUITTING

JUST GIVE ME 20 FUCKIN MINUTES FOR MY CHICKEN NUGGETS TO COOK PLEASE

please

lighting a cigarette off the rim of my guardian angel's halo and they have to watch and let me shorten my lifespan by smoking it even though they're assigned to protect me from harm. because of free will.

this is from a real diary by a 13-year-old girl in 1870. teenage girls are awesome and they’ve always been that way.

Still reeling from the realization that bullet journaling was essentially created to be a disability aid and got legit fuckin gentrified