I REALIZED SOME BIGGER DREAMS OF MINE

💛⚡️ELECTRIFY MY HEART!!⚡️💛

Fuck Briggs & Stratton

hi guys i just took two oxy and am now writing fanfiction as fatigue engulfs me. Remember to drug responsibly

pros of ranboo fictive:

i can teleport

im tol and can pick up smoler headmates like blok

cons of ranboo fictive:

i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework i forgot to do the homework

Fuck smithereenss

i love natsuo sm, i'm willing to change my theme for him

what the fuck kind of dream was that

I want to paint but minor and major subjects are being a bitch so...

Life is about the little things. Like drinking an entire venti caramel macchiato that has 4 shots of espresso and sitting back and enjoying the uncanny yet chaotically entertaining feeling of being on the verge of both death and greatness.

Fuck cheques

ever sit there and think michael wants to go home (nether) but doesnt know how

and just think about how he probably has a family back home that he misses everyday but he just had to be with a random human couple that finded him “cute” or “funny”

he probably doesnt even know half of the time what their speaking, nor even care

he just wants to go back home.

does he even know whats home?

Vent I wasn't expecting to write tonight but I thought of this and made myself really emotional and I really need to get it out. I know it's long but if you have the time please read it because it's really important to me

This is probably going to sound weird to people that don't know me in real life but

I love my summer job so much, like the people there and that place has become my family and I just know I'm gonna be heartbroken when I have to leave after this year, I'm already heartbroken just knowing it's going to be my last year. It goes until your 17 so this year is going to be my last and I know without a doubt that it's gonna be awful having to not come back after this year. I'm know I'm going to embarrass myself by sobbing infront of everyone on my last day, or if I make it to the car sob infront of them in the car, or if by some magic I make it home without crying I'll end up sobbing when I get home, I'm crying now just thinking about it all. Also I've come to realize that that job is the only place irl that brings me happiness and joy. Like so much happiness I feel like I'm going to explode any second. And the thing is I started the job in such a casual way because my grandma saw an ad on Facebook for the job and asked me if I wanted to do it for something to do over the summer and I was just like yeah I guess and now I can't imagine my life if I didn't do it and it's the only place I feel happy and safe and comfortable to be myself. Basically my only irl friends are from there. I could seriously picture myself doing this job for the rest of my life. There is so much shit that comes with the job like getting up super early but the people and the job make it fun, it makes me want to get up early even when I don't have work just so I can imagine I'm at work, and I can picture myself getting up early for it the rest of my life. I would do this job for free. It seriously doesn't even feel like a job, it litterally just feels like hanging out with my friends because all of us have become so close. All I do when I'm not at work is say I want to go to work, when the job is done for the summer all I do until the next summer is repeatedly say that I want to go back to work, and even when it's during the work season and it's just the weekend or something I do it too, trust me ask the people around me. Having to see all the places we go to at work and the coffee shop we stop at and the drinks and food items I get is gonna make me randomly sob out of no where because it's gonna remind me of work. I write letters to everybody at the end of every year to tell them how much I enjoyed working with them and I honestly don't know how in going to do that this year because I don't know what to write for my last year ever. Every year we get asked what our favorite part of the job is and without fail everytime I say the people because it's true. 2018 when I started and every summer is the last time I can remember being truly happy. I'm always so happy and thriving during the work season but when it's over for the summer I feel awful and this being the last year is gonna make it even more so. I litterally bounce up and down when I get the news that I got the job each year. I have so many amazing memories from this job and I want to cry just at the thought of those experiences stopping. And I feel like we'll all definitely hang out outside of work and after work ends for good but there's a possibility that we could all drift apart and that terrifies me. I just love this job and these people so much. I don't want it to end.

i don’t remember what my dream was about last night. all i remember was the overwhelming, lonely feeling that i was at my core, a selfish creature, and that i and all of my selfishness was going to be the death of me.

Fuck rackets

my mom bought some dumb anti-idpol right wing book.

please give me a realistic scenario to ““accidentally““ get rid of it. pls this is an emergency

Fuck abacuss

whyyy do i keep staying up to nearly 6am

Fuck percolations

You know what sometimes you can just tell the world and it's people to go fuck off, heck you've earned the right to say that after being through so much, after being blamed for not caring enough when infact it was the other way around you have every damn right to tell all those people off who fucked you up to this point of your life.