do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
say “oh my god look at the blood on her pants” in a crowded hall & the girls who turn around are the ones on their period
alright satan lets take it down a notch sweetie
Says tumblr user niggercakes
We are so different yet so similar,
i used to feel like i was full. full of stories, full of voices trying to be heard, but lately i feel empty. Like there is nothing, nothing. I’m bone dry. i have no muse. will it ever come back? i had grown to love that “full” feeling. even when i felt like i would explode. i felt as if i had so many opinion, so many thoughts that just hadn’t been acted upon yet. Did i miss my chance to act on them? is that why they are gone? have my thoughts abandoned me as a punishment of putting them off, I said i wait to right them down till “later” but, later never came. Please come back i miss you i miss being “full”. Please come back…….PLEASE!!!!!
Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk
i swear i tried not to reblog this.
i tried too. i failed.
wtf kind of turtle is that
science of tumblr can you please explain this