HE THOUGHT HIS LIL FRIEND GOT BAKED INTO A COOKIE I AM 100% DONE AWHH
We had a threesome
You, me and my depression
Depression fucks hard
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
tumblr’s self loathing is stale as fuck. yeah i get that you procrastinate and dont like pants and are bad at texting back. now lets move onto some real deep shit like how you lowkey hate your father or how youre afraid of taking responsibility for your shit life so you live vicariously though the characters in your shitty tv shows or how you sleep too much.
If you only walk on sunny days you’ll never reach your destination.