What I need is to shoot some stuff and then sleep for a thousand years.
But no, of course not, my life just loves taking me out of unpleasant situations and dumping me into more of them.
I’ll
try to not explode or say anything too nasty to them.
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Okay it was really hard typing that with a straight face.
I am okaaaaaayyyyy. (Mostly)
I have a way of bottling up stress and anger and confusion so that my mom doesn’t have to worry about me (she’s busy a lot), and then it explodes everywhere, and you get posts like the previous because I feel like I have nowhere to turn but Tumblr.
So I’m not like, dying or anything. Just upset.
If anyone’s actually reading this.
I’m so tired and angry at bratty little children and I need a bath and I want my ankles to stop hurting and I’m so jealous for stupid reasons and I’m confused about my religion and sexuality and all I want to do is cry but I’ve made it this far I’m like hanging off a string here in the dark
Just
Please
Today, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
Oh my god this is BEAUTIFUL
Oh my gosh this is my favourite meme aldkfjaflak
Everyone’s like “omg these freedom jokes aha so funny!!1!!!one!!!1!!”Im sorry but they’re not jokes…
We’re dead serious




