Why even work at 6am who the fuck U serving Bitch who the fuck wakes up at 5am and says I'm going to target in an hour Are you fucking insane Nancy you need to die 1 2 and 3 Whoever buying dog food at 6am Waking up at 4:30am Needs to be in Jail nevermind Die
Okay so I feel like crap at the current moment. Not for a particular reason, I just feel really drained. Also because so many people have tagged me in posts like "Oh this person is better than you" and honestly it's annoying and making me feel sad.
I'll see you guys in a week
Bye
You know what?
FUCK ALL OF YOU
I LEFT FOR A DAY
I THOUGHT ABOUT MY FEELINGS.
AND I RECOGNISED THEM AS VALID, NOT POINTLESS, AND NOW I LOVE MYSELF
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR MUM, AND FUCK EVERYONE WHO PUTS ME DOWN
I'M SATAN-FUCKING-OFFICAL
AND I
AM
AWESOME
Quiet moot apprecation post
I love my quiet moots
the spam likers
the ones who don't interact much
the ones who interact all the time
I love my loud moots
i love all my moots, yall are amazing🩶
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
- Vincent van Gogh
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
- Vincent van Gogh
i got too comfortable on tumblr and now i can’t vent cuz it feels like you know me
If I’m unavailable for the next few weeks dw i crashed on a deserted island and am having the time of my lifeee
none of my mutuals deserve to feel lonely
