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A good thing you can do with an ulcer or other painful sore inside your mouth is to keep pressing your tongue against it to make it hurt more, or even bother it with your teeth for some reason. You can do a similar thing with bad memories!
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I hate it when people ask me what genre of music i listen to because i genuinely have no clue. It's called Music I Like genre. The best genre out there
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good things will happen ���
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
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bring back dry humping and making out for hours
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Your pfp makes my day everyday
too much bbg coded you are 😠😠
Guess what your silly comments made my whole week which was going pretty shitty thanks
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Your name is A+
Jyada compliment mat karo blush krdungi
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my favourite genre of people are these ones who love the supposedly unlovable things , how wonderful to see beauty in the mundane. Hope op knows they have a wonderful mind
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Random Posting cos curtain mei kya rakha h✨
my friends asked me why I was clicking a random curtain...and all I said was "i find it pretty"
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Everytime I let it slip how bad I’m actually doing, I’m reminded I’m not allowed to actually feel anything.
I have to be okay all the time that’s my job.
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Call me manipulative, but I want someone to reach their hand out to me when I start to walk away.
I want to feel like I'm worth running after. I want to feel like I'm wanted.
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When the reaper comes harvesting
How lovely to blessed
With a lover
With a longing grip on my arm
As death do us part
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One spark left the other side ablaze
Maybe the world is slowly ending
Where are we going then
What are we sacrificing precious time and joy for
When it's all coming undone slowly
It's all fiery in here too
Loathe n disgust is boiling over my empty stupid head
It feels like I
Don't know
I messed up
I'm not tired
Disappointed in myself
Why can't I give my best ever
I'm a pathetic coward hiding in the trenches
Taking satisfaction in my mediocre efforts and results
I'm scared what
If I
Gave my all n I'm maybe not her
I'm not the girl in my head
A snail im sluggy up there
I'm home all day but
I wanna go home
Where are you home
Are you there
Did you burn up already please be alive
I wish the world really was ending right now
I could curl up n die
Sink your teeth in my flesh please lord i
Miss you so much
I hate getting attached
Apparently i must do it all with
utmost questionable intensity
I wanna hold their gaze
Hold their hands
Hold their face
God this is a curse
To feel it all so deep
It's a knife in stomach
It hurts right below my ribs
Why must i infatuate this way
Wish I could reach out
I heard a song and it reminded me of you
Saw myself in the mirror and remembered why you don't wanna look at me
In a way it feels so good to spiral down
Utter desperation warm familiarity
Worse it gets better I feel
Finally I'm where I need to belong
I hope it's gets worse
I want to break
I'd like to think it'll be
Rather nice
To meet myself
True me not the silly idiot parading
Around
I want to spit on my self god carve my skin with glas please gash my neck drown me in my own blood put me out
I don't even have a right to feel this way
I have done this to me
You have the bloody hands wipe em off scrub em off
Stains o stains
Im surrounded by family but I'm so lonely
Maybe I'll always be lonely no one can fill it
I'll rub my arms down
I'll wipe my own tears
You'll be ok darl
As long I'm with me
I may be a sinner
A loser
Run from hard work
But I'm no quitter
I'll crawl n kiss my scratched knees
I'll keep going it's only thing I know to do
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Hey kitty that ball of yarn in your hands is my heartstrings
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the red looping 'round my heart, staining my lips, flaming my crimson sky, all these lifetimes, is it you¿
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