It’s like time passes but I’m not passing with it, like I’m stuck in last night, or the night before, or the night before that, or any other night. Morning always comes, but morning’s never there and I’m so tired. So, so tired.
Playing music that comes up on your dash and opening Tumblr in a new tab because you don’t want to stop the song, but then pressing refresh on the page with music playing. -_-
ashleylouwhovian: So I remember a few years ago, I went into this chatroom (whatever, fuck you. you’ve been in a chatroom before) and literally all it was was people typing shit like :Crymsin Vhyper perches himself atop the stone wall and watches as darkness falls: :Raven slits her wrists and let’s the blood dribble down her arm. Notices Crymsin Vhyper and greets him: And I wish I could...
brentmatthewwilson: homosexatspacecamp: You Don’t Have To Put A Capital Letter In Every Fucking Word In Your Fucking Status by fall out boy Feat. Mayday Parade.
You'll always know more than you think you know,...
FACT: Scientists have proven that human minds are...
getinmypantz: nicoosuxx: That means …. Can someone please say gullible… Biology lesson needed. It’s true, though. Human minds ARE linked through neuron activities, as in, the neurons link the parts of the human mind together. Not to other minds, though. Sneaky bugger.
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21-scars replied to your photo: I haven’t painted in… I missed you being on Tumblr I never have anything worth posting D:
Maybe quarter to 6 in the afternoon is a tad too late to talk about how I felt when I woke up at 10 past 6 in the morning.
My hands are so cold today. I mean, usually they’re cold, but today I can’t even feel them against my face because of how cold they are. Woke up this morning too early after sleeping too late, felt sick, still do, felt worn out, still do, felt hungry, still do. Things could be worse, but they could’ve been better.