Yams

Also go vote if my dumb depressed ass can drag myself to the polls so can you

I think I’m trying to understand the making of a connection in an unhealthy way. "How do I do it?" "How can I recreate it?" but it cannot be mimicked; it just happens, and now that it seems I'm capable of it again, I am horribly afraid I'm doing it "wrong," but I'll enjoy it.

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH PLEASE GOD I NEED IT

What i do when i spot another filipino

Id give anything to have a unicorn horn to gore people with

I would be such a pretty corpse

Coming back from my smoke break that took no more than 5 fucking minutes just to find some random dude in my station looking through my fucking bag his reason “i was looking for a pen” MF GET OUT OF MY BAG GO LOOK IN THE KITCHEN NOT MY PERSONAL BELONGINGS

I'm so afraid this disconnected feeling will make me forget what I am and who I want to be, but it's so helpful to just not be such an emotional wreck. This dulled sense makes me feel 'functional,' but like this, all the feelings are hazy and dim—both for good and bad.