ArM ChOpPiNg IS NOT A LoVe LaNgUaGe

that one homoerotic girl friendship that ended horribly is always like, i hate her more than anyone, i will never stop loving her. she made me who i am, i hate the parts of me she helped create. i miss her more than anything, i can't even look her in the eye. i dream about her most nights, i'll cut off my arm before i even consider reaching out to her again. i want us back, i never want to feel that way again.

a relic,,,, of a happier time,,,

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

I FEEL LIKE IM RUNNING THROUGH THE STREET JUST YELLING AT PEOPLE AS I PASS BY LIKE RIP IF I RANDOMLY MESSAGED YOU ITS THE SPIRIT OF THE BOOPS I HAVE BEEN HITTING EVERYONE I SEE AND HAVE FOLLOWED LIKE 7 PEOPLE BECAUSE OF THE BOOPS. OUR CAMARADERIE IS FORMED THROUGH VIOLENCE

oh its nostalgia hour my friends

youre weirdly obsessed with finding meaning

sorry i completely shut down hearing fireworks lol do you still think im sexy

mind if I come over and behave somewhat like a scared animal before I adjust

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i hope i’m not just a mutual to you, but also a friend, and deeply deeply fuckable