the next time someone tells me they know what anxiety is like and they don’t know at all I’m going to punch through my own ribcage, rip out my still-beating heart and fucking chow down like it’s a taco
the next time someone tells me they know what anxiety is like and they don’t know at all I’m going to punch through my own ribcage, rip out my still-beating heart and fucking chow down like it’s a taco
do any of my hideous followers play draw something 2?
? ? ?
Me! :) What’s your username?
I don’t even know you but whatevs~
my username is Epsilon Plus
(my iPod corrects “whatevs” to “wharves” and I think that’s my new word)
I think I just almost stress-puked
and I think my girlfriend didn’t care
and I’m worried this was an awful mistake
such beautie
(via fucknoreligiousfanart)
also I wrote that last post on a toilet in a McDonald’s in Eureka, Missouri where I couldn’t get a goddamn cheeseburger
liveblogging my move seemed cool untilI argued with the fiancé I’m moving to for an hour over the phone and I have six more hours of driving after like a two hour nap and
fuck all things
also I am goddamn sick of being the root of all problems and having to be nice when I could easily turn my ass around, unload my car and blow my savings on fun instead of moving to fucking Oklahoma where I know nobody
liveblogging my move from the bathroom of a McDonald’s outside South Holland
eeeeeeew
liveblogging my move from a McDonald’s outside of South Holland
why do I like these shitty burgers so
holky fucke if one more person gets all up in my grill for having Brain Issues I’m just
just
I’m
just
I’m
I am
just
going to flip
actually I just read through the psychofactz tumblr and my brain was just like… “citation needed, citation needed, literally impossible by way of all known science”
maybe I should start a more aesthetically pleasing spinoff
I mentioned on my vent blog, a while ago, how last week was just… it was… ugh. Well, it was a bad week, basically, at the tail end of some really busy months, and I wound up writing down a lot of the emotions I could recall feeling the most strongly. LONG STORY SHORT I had sketched characters for each feeling I wrote, and I decided to just work on ‘em ‘til I got sick of them. And… here we are!
These are really fantastic expressions!
wrath owns
(but so do all hobbies)
(what masquerades as psychological knowledge sometimes frustrates me)
(via dorkette90)
