Being On Tumblr For 17 Hours Reading Discourse Since Youre Like 15 Was Not Infact That Good For My Brain.

elder people go crazy if they see a young disabled person in the priority queue they decided not to go to

I fucked my bangs up

>be "me"

>post picture of the being "my" thoughts are intrinsically attached to since birth

>"this is My "me" and myself"

>"why aren't they both 'you"? Why is yourself something separated from the source of your perception of the world"

>"I don't like myself."

I like things in a way you don't understand!

la la la la

I wonder who'll find my dead body first when the day inevitably comes. i hope it gives someone a scare

I'm essentially a faker

Everyone hates themselves so much. We all should do something to change this

Save me from living through emotions little glowing box

The only company for me is my own