The Urge To Just Destroy Myself. To Cut Off Everything. To Go Radio Silent On Everyone Because My Brain

what? nothing’s wrong with me. i mean, sure i fantasize about murdering anyone who has any kind of negative interaction with me ever, but like, i’m fine.

tumblr don't give me pussy links in my #your tags page challenge go!!!!! i be in publix stop doing thag shit!!!!!

not being able to kill myself is the worst feeling

tumblr users will see the word shrimp and black out and hit reblog without reading the rest of the post

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they hate me cause im a female man

Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, how did you did that.

corpse grindin man by harley poe starts playing and i'm like YEEEEEEEEEEHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it's okay not to have it all figured out, kin-wise. many of us start out as wolves only to realize we're coyotes or painted dogs or, hell, even tigers. some begin as dragons and end as spotted leopards. you might start out as an angel only to realize you're really a comic book supervillain. you might find out you're a kaleidoscope of things, a butterfly and a demon all caught up in one body.

if you had it all figured out at the start, the rest of your life would be boring.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando