When ppl kno about ur depression and they randomly ask “are you okay? How are you doing?” In that special voice
Whats up u depressed bastard
god made me bisexual as a gift to all of you, so maybe you should start acting a little more thankful
pumpkins: nice
those tiny little mini pumpkins. the small ones. you know what i’m talkin’ about: Really Nice
*psychiatrist listens to me describe my symptoms and writes down a note on their clipboard that just says “LOL”*
midwests emos scare the shit out of me how the hell you grow up in a corn field and come out listening to mindless self indulgence what the fuck happened in that corn field
is she… y'know… *mimes baking bread in a secluded woodland cottage while a butterfly floats by your windowsill herb garden*



