Latest Posts by moreneuroticthanjudicious - Page 9

My hand slipped

what’s the point in being alive if you’re not gonna be a little cringe and a little homosexual

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

someone you don't have to hide your "weird" side from >>>>

mine are carrots, specifically raw. i can demolish a bag of baby carrots in one sitting. eat them like chips, no dip required

(sorry if tumblrs limit made me forget yours but pls tell me)

i have to PRETEND i have to DAYDREAM or i will KILL MYSELF

Let's just cuddle naked and if it slips in, it slips in

something about substances so strong they can only be cut by that same substance (like diamond) gets to me. the self-fulfilling prophecy of it. you can armor yourself against any and all outside threats, but you're still beholden to your own nature.

Who should I draw in this dress?

its like you dont even want to sell your life to a corporation

kitten i'll be honest daddy isn't sure he's cut out for full time employment

Bestie English - best friend Bestie Czech - beast, brute, monster

they should start making sour sweets that are actually sour again there's too many piss weak plain old sherbet that was waved near a lemon type sweets i want pure acid i want blood i want to suffer if the sour sweets don't blow my dick clean off then they're not worth it

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved.

fuck it we ball

brooooo. nah bc whyyy does cascada always manage to boost my mood x10000000000

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

sometimes you need council approval.