every day should be like i wake up & my first thought is a beautiful idea of a fun & new activity & i spend my day accomplishing it
I often think about how Hannibal tricked people into cannibalism. it’s really easy to right this off as Hannibal just being sick and twisted, a psychopath, but its clearly something much deeper than that to Hannibal. Not only because he’s lonely and wants someone to understand him, enjoy this with him, but to console himself. He was forced to eat his own sister whom he loved and he enjoyed it. Every time he watches someone else enjoy it he feels righteous, he feels normal.
He does it to prove to himself he’s not a monster. Anyone else would feel the same in his situation. So he forces people over, and over, and over, to the same conclusion.
To comfort the sad little boy inside filled with doubt.
i hate feeling ugly, i cant stop comparing myself to the girls that surround me, they are so extremely beautiful and i dont even know how they accept me, i just want to feel pretty
Lore Olympus is like if you put Greek Mythology in a pan, mixed it with your average Melanie Martinez songs, 13 Reasons Why, Euphoria, Twilight, and Riverdale; then burn it in the Wattpad Baker 1000, and try to cover up the absolute burnt monstrosity with one of those artificial pink frosting that tastes like battery acid and piss.
i love how tumblr is so niche
okay, things are not finally getting better
everything I feel, think or do is bad when I'm with my mom
sometimes what a girl needs is to have a silly pretty apartment to rot, dance, make art, cry and eat peaches while topless
i fucking love sluts