#........ hi besties

[littlecutiexox]

Can we see the panties of the day?

Only because I know you missed me x

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Warm up/wip

[em-b-sides]

Shout out to Renfield. Love that guy

[ellesthots]

a happy lil note 💌

wanted to express how grateful i am to all of you 🥹 the love you have shown and continue to show Fateful is so sustaining and beautiful, it genuinely means the entire world to me 🩷

all your asks, comments, reblogs, messages, truly truly SO FUN and SO SWEET !! keep them coming, i could never ever get annoyed. i adore you all and my heart, arms, and ears are always open for what you have to say! 💭 seeing so many of you come back each time is so so so cozy 🧸 just feeling soo sappy tonight :’)

can’t wait to keep writing this story (Tuesdays and Wednesdays are my longest class days lmaooo, why do responsibilities have to get in the way of fic time??), and i also have some lil oneshots in the works 🌷 okay, I’m done gushing (for now) <3 <3

[failedcrown]

y'all want my longwinded thoughts about calling maeve "maeve" vs calling her "maggie"

[sidecharacterenthusiast]

how’s the andi mack fandom holding up? I thought it was dormant for awhile but i’ve seen a couple interactions float across my dash here and there and i miss y’all <3

[cardsharksplayingames]

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[kerbedotjpeg]

wait I have exactly 900 followers now When

[wisteriawatching]

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[tkfeelsok]

[girlnamedangel]

Please, why do I feel like all the people I know who are watching TBBT are my best friends? 😭

[carlacid]

good morning usa

@dangoarts @currently-simping

[velvetporcelain]

hi.

too many thoughts speaking at once. why is doing the better thing harder?

the deadliest of the sins, lust.

Isn’t lust and desire the same? isn’t lust and want the same?

i am convinced the seven sins are not deadly unless you know how to use them, i would say they are potent qualities, adaptations, symptoms of the world- her cannot ignore them, its easy and satisfying when abused.

fuck trying to quite smoking, it’s about quitting indulgence.

if i could ask him one question, right now, it would be “did you know that we would be the makers of our own death?” Also knowing me- I wouldn’t ask just one— there would be a chain reaction of questions — like “were you prepared to berated with hate from the ones you’ve created?” “Did you know we were going to be so insecure about our own power that we would abuse it in all the wrong ways? “ “ were you prepared for us to misunderstand our existence?” “ were you prepared for us to be this stupid?”

— like— I would be shaking and blushing- yeah I’m angry and I’m furiously throwing flash thoughts at god- like I fucking knew it—

— I fucking knew I wouldn’t get all the answers u til I was on the other side—. The answers are so incomprehensible that you will NEVER get them here on earth, because we are not made to understand, but to experience. And we are in control of that experience at all times!! AT ALL TIMES.

my struggle this time is different- it does not stem from depression- it stems from acceptance and apply that acceptance to truth, beauty and love—- and I will keep saying this because I can feel the difference- sometimes I forget in the vast void that we CAN remove ourselves, not entirely, our digital footprint is forever, but we can most certainly pull our energy out, we can pull our presence, we can vanish—- we can!!

It’s time for me to the mysterious hottie next door. it’s what I have always wanted to be, I’m gonna put my entire consciousness into my experience here on earth, and I’m going to try and remember that something more powerful than me knows all and one day- so will I. Until then, I will be unafraid to question truth, beauty and love.

I am always in the presence of all three, because I am all three. My truth may be tainted, it may bear a port wine stain— for I have indulged in lust. a damaging taste- tinged and bitter- sweet and addictive.

— all I fucking wanted was to experience.

this is my first time living, maybe I felt like I have missed out on people experiencing other people and then having to use that experience to move forward with who they are- and I thought about what I have done and who it has made me— some parts I love- some parts I feel are broken- but I can’t deny the amount of wisdom I have gained from my choices- it was addicting. - but it has also created a very intimate relationship with myself- my mind- my body and my soul— which is why I am convinced that when you KNOW what you want to experience— it usually always ends up good— but what happens when it ends up bad— how do we say? “I fucked up” without the fear of contempt and judgment from the ones we love? i would say that i am a coward- for i fear abandonment.

— and that is how my truth is tainted. how do i say sorry for wanting to experience life? How do i say - sorry i fucked up i am not satisfied with the way you love me and I don’t know if that makes me fucked up or mentally ill?

HOW?

i am just a fucked up girl who tattooed her face for protection.

-x

[waitoutthesun]

she lethal on my company til I die

[tailsprower207]

First day of stolitz week over on twitter ✨✨✨

[charlies-trainhopping]

My frens are hopeless

(hai besties @fxliciq-a @imtherealyogurt @irdk6969 @cuhmiluh-yuh @angela-tarantula)