#But thEN--

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

it makes me sad that most of the people I used to know who were into guns / WWII have moved on to being super into fascism / jew hatred / conspiracy theories

[amerasdreams]

How to get past 12 p.m. without collapsing into an inescapable mire of self-loathing and despair-- whatever I do turns into nothing. I feel I'm putting maximum (?) effort into things well at least I'm trying to work and move forward on all my goals every day but . Maybe I'm not doing it right, not doing the right steps. Or maybe they're they're wrong goals (I have to "manage mt expectations" bc of my obvious limits) Or what I suspect-- I am incapable of being anything significant at all, or even being relatively mediocre-- incapable of coping with thr real world for more than a couple hours at a time without falling apart-- bc thats exactly what happens.

I probably shouldn't say this on Tumblr or ask bc no one knows and most don't care. . Pathetic people deserve where they are if they can't pull themselves out of it.

[a-personifiedchaosx]

@repetiita​ asked: "BRUSH FROM THE BOTTOM, FOOL." This is why this diva will never let you brush his hair 

All he was hoping for was a quick chance to brush at Emil’s hair, to relish in the feeling of his son sitting between his legs as he ran the brush through mostly snow white locks; a bit of quality time one would say.

And again, he was reminded of exactly why he couldn’t share this intimacy with his mate.

“-- He’s FINE!!” Jack shouts back, shooting Ambroise a sharp glare; holding it with a stubbornness that they were both so capable of. If the other insisted on always tossing the kids so high up in the air despite the anxiety it gave him, then...

While maintaining eye contact, he runs the brush through the child’s hair again. The normal way. Do something.

[ofworldsend-archive]

ONLINE ;; &&

DEATHLESS ;; &&

so i spent like 3 hours in my drafts trying to write replies and i just made 1. this is a strong ass writer's block lemme tell you.

[sasakishaise]

what does google bot need from my blog.. I'm terrified 

[realm-of-fantasies]

-screaming noises in the distance-

[outline-in-chalk]

Mum: *Tells everyone about my panic attacks*

Me: Nonono. Don't do that! Those are mine! They are mine to tell about!! Don't tell people! What if I didn't want that person to know? Too late now! They can't un-find-out stuff! *Has panic attack because mum told people about my panic attacks*

[heeminister]

i didn't know that people read my personal posts .... ummm

[mumblingsage]

He's eating jelly babies!