“I’m Not A Good Person. I’m Barely A Person At All.”

In which everyone lives, no one dies, and they live happily ever after the end.

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked

"Martin. Martin, look at me. Look at me and tell me what you see."

Aka, I'm still not over it.

everyone say thank you to black trans women and black trans men

AU where they're all women.

Maybe one day I'll go back and color it but not today.

Yearning is not beautiful in the way you think it is. It’s not as poetic as the songwriters make it feel. It’s painful. It’s a knife deep in your soul that twists every time you think about them. It hurts in the same way looking through an old photo album hurts. It is beautiful and it is poetic, and it will destroy you.

"i would notice if you switched, so you must be faking"

bitch I can't even tell if i switched 80% of the time

— Nikita Gill