the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

i’m so happy i have friends like ts

16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy

In the end, we all goon white

I have a disease called I Cannot Shut The Fuck Up

anytime i get more than 5 notes for a post i'm like woah. i can already feel the fame corrupting my soul.

I cum glitter

with a sudden switch of gears, i’d like to next talk about the comfort of knowing someone loves you. the tornado of anxiety, the swell of thoughts leading you off the deep end, is withheld and diminished by JUST the feeling of love. and when someone truly loves you, you can feel it. there’s no doubt. the deep end has been drained, infact, the constant worry and fear of the pool itself has become shallow; and this is due to love. to unconditionally is to heal both yourself and the receiver of your heart

i think there needs to be more awareness for the subtle kinds of manipulation. i’m not talking gaslighting or fake kindness, i’m talking the kind of people who say the little things things that just don’t sit right, which ultimately end up working in their favor. the people who resort to regression and act childish when confronted, and blame it on completely unrelated topics. the people who make YOU feel like shit, then act like it’s them who was affected the whole time. the people who treat you as below that human, BENEATH them, the people who make life unbearable, the people that bring a true meaning to the word hate. i could go on about this for hours— but unlike these people, i do not let hate consume my body in such a way that i become changed; malicious, even. it’s unbearable and it’s hard to live with. i wouldn’t wish this on ANYONE in the depths of my negative feelings, not even THEM.

Every january goth couples are fucking hard to try and have a halloween baby they're gonna name ophelia or some shit

I’m a Halloween baby but my parents are normal so I’m Garrett

Hi garrett

I wish I could leave my house and live with you and be fed pizza crusts in the basement

me when im at cock and ball torture 101

Y'all hear about sex? *I wait for the laughter and applause to die down, but it never does and so I grow old on the stage and eventually wither and die and am replaced by another performer who has an impossibly large collection of funny props that somehow all comfortably fit in her little clussy (clown bussy) just waiting to come out one after another*