Save Me From Living Through Emotions Little Glowing Box

I dont even know why i tag my posts, no one will see them. It's like writing my name in the corner of my ugly drawings, except the tag may be cooler because it can be a phrase or something. I kind of like my name, though. I just wish i

I am so mad at myself for not finding the words nor the wording that would make this post at least the tiniest bit like a relief from my feelings

my top favorite unusual weapons. no particular order of favoritism (yet).

1- hot iron to brand cattle

2- broken glass bottle

3- screwdiver

4- chairs & tables

5- rope

6-pliers

7- syringes

8- water

I'm lowkey unimportant

my problem is that I don't know where to start!!!!

I Wanted To Reblog Posts but unfortunately I only allow me to do such if my blog looks throughly organized and "me" at my core am truly disorganized. The monotony of a page with only short, irrelevant posts on my blog is for now a source of comfort

The idea of reblogging makes me a little embarassed. Feels like walking up to someone in their friendgroup and agreeing with them randomly

I like to film videos in a 1st person pov and just speak my mind as i walk around. Well at least i liked doing so when i did it a week ago walking through an event. It feels like I'm a videogame character. Videogame characters comfort me

Can I say I like something without a ontologically evil divine force (my fuckass depression) taking it away from me real quick?

I think wanting to marry is a trauma response from seeing your parents not love eachother as a kid. When you see how fake marriage love is from inside that fairytale you'd think you've seen enough to fix it from the inside. Unfortunately,

I fucked my bangs up