Go D My Legs R So Pale Right Now Don’t Look At Meeeee

can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??

a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.

the I am Steve guy from memory

shrimps and cigs at thee bus stop. that's what's up

ITS AFTER NINE PM IM NOT ALLOWED TO THINK ABOUT HOW FUCKED MY LIFE IS RIGHT NOW

depression is so fucking stupid. wdym all i have the energy for is laying in bed for 14hrs and Not pay my bills or text my friends or make lunch or do my homework or read a book or clean my room or change my clothes or

go crazy tonight. everything is hitting me like a brick. thinking about every fucking mistake i made that led me right here. in bed trying my hardest to just fall asleep. maybe it’ll be better in the morning

I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

I hate small talk can you put your cigarette out on me

after i hang out w friends i always get the most dreadful sense that i am a mess. and feel guilty for not getting my life together!!!!!!! i should’ve been getting my life together and not frolicking