Perhaps Some Will Disagree, But I Think The World Got Worse When We Changed The Colour Of The Night

u ever listen to this and want to cry about friendship

"mens section"... more like where the hot women shop

Im lesb

what people think alice oseman books are like: blushing awkward first meetings, little chaste first kisses, giggling teenage boys holding hands what alice oseman books are actually like: hey what if your entire personality is actually a carefully constructed facade to make other people like you and to disguise the fact that you don't actually know who you are. if you stripped away all the walls, all the artificial things that you think make you up, what would be left? what would happen if you stopped living for other people and started living for yourself? is there even a person in there or just a gaping void with nothing left in it? wouldn't that be fucked up? do you even know yourself? do you even have a real personality anymore?

"ohh what if my kid starts identifying as a CAT because of the trans agenda we have to prote—" well they've always done that. do you remember the psychological effects of h2o on young girls. of warrior cats on autistic children. i believed i was a demigod because of percy jackson. twilight came out and kids were telling their friends they were secretly vampires. this is just a thing kids do. worry less

I'm trying to study about the embryologie of the heart but I'll tell you what mine and half the people's in the world with one is shuttered into pieces from the cruelty of this "humanity".

Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

In the kind words of Frances Janvier

"I'm well-practiced in the art of bullshitting."

Do you ever just go :

IN DISTRESS . STUCK IN UNIVERSE CITY. SEND HELP.

Hello.

I hope somebody is listening

I'm sending out this call via radio signal long outdated I know but perhaps one of the few methods of communication that the city has forgotten to monitor, in a dark and desperate cry for help, things in universe city are not what they seam I cannot Tell you who I am but please call me, please just call me radio, radio silence, I am after all only a voice on a radio and their might not be anyone listening, I wonder if nobody is listening to my voice am I making any sound at all?