21, white, Cancer, it/she, Chelmsford, MA, United States
bi, fag, ftm, poly, system
into conservation land to let them rot instead of scrapping or selling them the way they used to
and i don’t have my bayonet fixed, that’s not me
it’s not my fault, i forget i have a phone for things other than texting people for weeks at a time. and i need my 3 usuals to interact and they don’t even go here anymore. t4t is a good place to post things though i have to get back on that.
march every civil and structural engineer to death across the US highway system in an effort to appease her
warring dreaming warring dreaming warring dreaming warring dreaming warring dreaming warring dreaming
i miss having a big text thread with all my friends. having a discord server is nice to see all the conversations at once i guess. but discord sucks and i end up being too terrified to post in it and i just want a big fucking text thread. LIKE DISCORD SUCKS SO BAD IM SORRY.
why are you psychically attacking me while i’m lying through my teeth to you about what i did on easter. like yes i went to mass leave me alone.
peach red bull please come back. i promise we can work this out baby it doesn’t have to end like this. peach red bull i miss you so bad.
i just had a top five cigarette of my life, the sky was perfect and the wind was so so very gentle. feel so at peace. world beautiful.
die in a hydroelectric dam
this time… curious… yurious even
angel
i’m back bitches. and the sub left some very concerning notes.
a poem.
i didn’t like the first cigarette
i smoked it all wrong
and it burned all weird
i felt dissatisfied at the end
and this is my sixth cigarette now
and i smoke them in twos now
i’m in heaven now
i missed fixing the craving
and i always smoke them in twos now
son who will never come back or daughter who won’t stop coming back
???
heaven through violence again are you?”
my cursed sword: block her ass
to be prettier than me
i used to be so good at keeping control. nowadays i can’t even stop myself from screaming. i hate screaming. every day for the past two months my throat has ached. because it’s every single day. all my emotions have blurred together. i hate screaming so much i hate it i hate it.
what a large amount of apples for a household to consume is. it’s getting to a point where i just got accused of eating an apple ironically. like i was munching and they thought i was playing into the “eating apples bit.” nobody feels safe anymore.
“can you come in for four hours rq” to 11 hour shift pipeline
tobacco, and lottery
i forgot i was awake but my eyes were still open
is when my dog who can hear runs to go tell my dog who can’t something like when i bring home a donut, he runs off to grab the other one it makes my day every time.
this time it said “one thousand million angels and seventeen devils. expired after 132 seconds in the icy headwaters of the Colville River. god rest her terrible and aching soul.” it’s said better.
violates the endangered species act but you have to hurt me you have to
that tells me to go to confession
.
my nipples with my tongue and mouth, yeah nobody is gonna see me until the new year
morally grey things happen to me and i’m just like whatever don’t care plus my nipples are literally soooooo puffy
and i’m smoking my yaoi blunt
as a treat for myself. and yeah. damn. two bowls in and i’m lobotomized.
factory: this reminds me of the factory