bluryy-face0
Hello Im Rhett i go by He/Him I have very irregular posting but have fun looking through what i post
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In all timelines… In all possibilities… Only you… can show me this.
At the end of my rope and it keeps getting longer like some sort of clown handkerchief bit?
something something despite the all horrors and tragedies of the world, love was there and that's all that matters
Swap AU art of Toby Emerson and Keagen Warren.
They make me ill.
Keagen belongs to @bluryy-face0 .
omg yes i need that so bad😭
bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.
theyve already been solved
does anyone have the foggiest
Who am I?
What am I worth?
Am I anything more than a toy to be used and thrown out?
I need everyone tagging me on stuff to know that I'm not ignoring it and I love you but I am currently experiencing The Horrors™️ again
yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to
literally can't stand having a body
fire (dont support him but i miss him bro😞)
GUYS WILBUR IS BACK AND HE IS ROCKING HE'S NEW SWEATER LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW
TELL UR FRIENDS YALLLL
I am unlovable. I should just isolate forever. Nobody can love me I hurt everyone I love. I will never leave this house again. Every time i think everything’s going fine I ruin it somehow. Maybe I should just kill myself.
you ever feel that deep ache in your chest and it feels like you can’t breathe and you’re not sure what’s real or fake and you’re not sure if you’re alive anymore and you feel so intensely empty and like a void is inside of you you just feel so reckless wanting to do something anything to fill that black hole in your chest and you just might try to run away or cvt or even expire yourself idk guys i’m just rambling
my own decay is my only source of comfort
applesauce/ref
you punch nazis!
(requested by anonymous)
my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
something about me isn’t right.
Sorry for being aggressive I grew up in constant fear of my safety and now am more prone to lashing out because idk how else to protect myself if I’m not controlling people , do you still love me?
Switching between these every day
"i'm tired of seeing-" use your filters.
"but there was an icky ship-!" use your filters.
"i don't like that tag-" use your filters.
don't like what you're seeing? use. your. filters.
Clown cars actually operate on two opposite sides of a bell curve - the most average-sized cars transporting a sensible amount of people are the least clown cars. So while the more famous type of clown car is the comically tiny vehicle that can fit an absurdly large amount of clowns inside, a huge fuck-off giant pavement princess ego truck that is only used for transporting the driver around is also a clown car.
Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.
The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).
Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.
bpd is so fucking stupid cause im splitting on my fp so i hate him and i hope he dies and im having very vivid fantasies of physically harming him. but i also keep checking if hes texted me and hoping he will because i still need his attention to survive even though i genuinely hate him right now
this is perhaps evil but I can boost my mood in almost any situation by playing a game called "what was my mom doing at this age?" like rn for instance I'm sleepy because I had a 12 hour work day + stayed up late, and my stomach hurts a little from the enormous chimichanga I smashed for dinner, and my head hurts a little bit from the fat margaritas I had with the chimichanga. and it's like hmm, okay, not optimal, but when my mom was this age she had a 2.5 year old to deal with. can you fucking imagine. can't stay in bed decadently bemoaning your overindulgences because there's a goblin in the next room that's utterly dependent on you for food and hygiene and social needs and if you drop the ball you've fucked up a perfectly good person. and I'm pretty normal so shout out to her for keeping it together but god that couldn't be me, I like fucking around way too much.
mutual i’ve never talked to in my life: *reblogs my post*
me: ?? best friends???? forever??
sorry blood is pouring out of my arm but do you still like me
yea well im possessed and its yours
