I Need To Get Off The Internet

Just noticed that my suffering isn't righteous and that It doesnt absolve me nor does it purify the world fuckkk

I hope I die an horrible death tomorrow #hopepunk

I Wanted To Reblog Posts but unfortunately I only allow me to do such if my blog looks throughly organized and "me" at my core am truly disorganized. The monotony of a page with only short, irrelevant posts on my blog is for now a source of comfort

my top favorite unusual weapons. no particular order of favoritism (yet).

1- hot iron to brand cattle

2- broken glass bottle

3- screwdiver

4- chairs & tables

5- rope

6-pliers

7- syringes

8- water

I should be more quiet. Perhaps not have a tongue (or fingers)

I should learn something

I have been really self deprecating in my conversation, own thoughts, habits, etc. Which is, as many would say, very tiresome and annoying. Still, I don't think that noticing how bothering others with the guilt you feel for being bothersome is a "self fulfilling prophecy" will be the reason for me stop doing so, because I think that was atleast (but not necesseraly) uncounsciously the point from the start. It is a very egocentrical act, which is fitting for someone so insecure, to want to be right for once, to prove and to be proved correct. My intentions were never being loved, it was merely being seem (as something really unloveable)

god gives his best flirtating skills to his most unloving soldiers

No one likes rapeplay more than middle schoolers

Being on tumblr for 17 hours reading discourse since youre like 15 was not infact that good for my brain.