me whenever i look at everyone: why am i the only ugly person
“You were quiet and terrible. Your soul was the colour of fire and poison.”— Emile Verhaeren, from The Black Torches: Poems; “The Revolt,” c. 1891
me, procrastinating: i hope somebody kills me before this is due
my “won’t speak until i’m spoken to” game is strong af
don’t worry, you’re still in the “early life” part of your wikipedia page
#this is the positive version of this post #it is friendly and brings luck
*Enters a bookstore*
me to myself: be calm
“Wow you’re so mature for your age”
Thanks, it was the trauma
person: magic isnt real
me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆
me, living my life: chaotic stupid




