#i can’t afford this

[starlit-girl]

why is life being so shitty for no reason

[failingcollege]

Surely if I check again one hour later there will be more available apartments.

[pathologictwo]

estimator thinks they’re gonna total my car :| fuuuuck me

[prisonhannibal]

fighting demons every day (wanting an after work beer)

[nonconformingwannabelover]

Can anyone help me pay for my groceries for the next week, I’m looking for a job and I’ve almost run out of food and my parents have been making me pay for my own food or at least half of the food cost I buy since I was sixteen. I’m a recovering 4n4r3x1c as well and eating is really difficult for me so I don’t need much money.

My shopping list:

Eggs £2.60

Gluten free pita bread £2.70

Red Leicester cheese £2.79

Apricot jam £3.30

Orange juice £3.25

Oranges £1.75

Mango £0.70

Onken mango yoghurt £1.95

Gluten free bread rolls £2.90

Gluten free fish fingers £3.20

Salad cream £2.99

Baby leaf salad £1.10

Potatoes £2.85

Total: £32.08

If anyone can chip in I would appreciate that so much

[fullsunstrawberry]

omg!!! Im not the anon but I love happy death day! such a good song. Ghost is one of my favorite songs by them <3!

i’ll have to check out more of their songs!! i’m just afraid of stanning ANOTHER group 💀 but i just can’t learn there names or it’s a whole rabbit hole of deep diving into their fandom

[bl00dsh0tc0r3]

I’m in serious debt that I can’t repay- I fucking love college wtf

I’m sooo stressed and pissed off because of this

[piassportjacke]

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[ghostickle]

I don’t work Thursday and the piercing place I go to will be open~

[novelconcepts]

Keep seeing people confused by Agatha letting the world believe she traded her son instead of telling the truth, but…kinda tracks, tbh. Not for the rational mind, of course. Not if you’re looking at it clearly.

Which Agatha isn’t.

She did the worst thing, in her mind. She fell asleep. She fell asleep, knowing Death had bookmarked her son for later, and when she woke, found him snatched out from under her. She failed him as his mother. She let go. And all the power in all the world wouldn’t be enough to bring him back.

So does the wildly grieving woman who has just lost her only child (to presumably her greatest love, but that’s a city-sized suitcase for another day) let herself go through the process of coping with and adapting to that grief? Fuck no! What is she, common?? She goes on a power bender! Even though the kid she prized in her heart of hearts seemed less than into that very thing! Even though that kid may have been able, given enough time, to convince her to stop! So now, not only did she fail him, but she also opted to speed race down Murder Road! For power! That she still won’t ever be able to use to get him back!

It gets muddled, after decades and centuries of this feeling. It grows teeth. In a way, she did trade him for power. In a way, she’ll always have that sitting on her chest. Never mind that it’s not true. Never mind that she wasn’t a bad mother at all (in this respect, anyway). Never mind that he was sick, and this was always coming. For Agatha, who has been stewing on this story she’s been telling herself for centuries, it is what happened. She traded her son. She did the unforgivable. She fell asleep.

[thekeythief]

[odetojupiter]

hc that aaron has his own super close friend group and it’s not his classmates it’s the vixens

he’s constantly over at katelyn’s dorm and katelyn’s flatmates LOVE hearing the stupid fox bullshit they find it so funny, especially when aaron adds his own asshole commentary

[fagkova]

I NEED TO BUY CIGARETTES THIS SHIT IS FUCKING KILLING MEEEB24&5!/8/:’dnfdndn

[mixed-dbag]

I got in a car accident today 🙃

[misterpseudonym]

ford devoting his life to bill and then devoting his life to destroying him but still, it’s all bill, the devotion doesn’t go away, he was in his mind and his body and those imprints will stay there like a wine red stain, what else are you meant to do, you thought you were equals, but he was a god and you were a one-man church and your hands are clasped; no longer in prayer but a bitter guarded fortress. there’s metal in your head.