Age Regressed To The 12th Century. Beheaded A Man In The Street Because I Felt Like It, And I Wanted

pushing people away just because i want them to chase and make me feel wanted.

Are any of my emotions actually valid…? They all seem so unreasonable. I cant tell apart my genuine reaction from my mood disorder

if the cage is open why am i still trapped.

when tumblr dies i'll live under your bed and you can say out loud what you would post and i will say LIKE or REBLOG it'll be just like we're still here

i wasn't meant to live this long and that's why i don't know what to do when i feel this awful

i touched grass yesterday look

Something awfully weird happened to me a long time ago

if i die feel free to never move on and let it haunt you forever. it's what i would have wanted

growing up is terrifying i wasn’t supposed to make it this far and now my future depends on me and i have to make wise choices and decisions and i’m just sitting here like a clueless little kid

drugging me while you're thrusting inside my cunt, making me take a hit, slipping a pill between my lips, and holding a open vial to my nose. watching me get dizzier from the pleasure and drugs, slowly losing control of my mind and body.