im embarking on a solo journy guys and the road is rainy and dangerous

if i died i loved u all (except for that creepy anon guy 😡😡😡😡)

مامان بزرگمونو الکلی نکن

not every day u receive a message like this

am i right

you're standing face to face with i told you so

im going to eat a fucking huge nasty oiled up spicy pasta and pretend im not real and my actions have no consequences and that im not actually a horrible fucking aweful human being making huge mistakes everyday and ruining everyone's lives including myself nothinggg matters i dont exist the only real thing in this world is this bowl of pasta im about to devour and nothing more

i need a psychological essay written on the subject of what seeing a childhood photo of someone you love does to you

it's the equivalent of

i officially have zero control over my animalistic urges

i just be doing shit

im exhausted

it's ruining my life

taylor really said girl dont fall in love with that cinephile