i just want to thank all those who’ve destroyed me into the person i am today
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*friend doesn’t reply* *panics*
*friend replies* *panics*
*doesn’t talk to friend* *panics*
*talks too much to friend* *panics*
That dissociation mood when all of your past memories feel blurry and unreal and you’re not sure you ever really existed before this point and you can’t remember how you’ve met the people you care about and how you’ve come to love them and whether you really know them or yourself at all and the present suddenly feels awfully out of context
coping is imagining yourself getting brutally beat up about 500 times a day
no offense but I literally can’t process that others genuinely care for me
If you don’t think that “kill all men” and “kill all women” are equally disgusting statements, there is something very wrong with you. This is not debatable.
