Don’t be a “maybe”. It’s either Hell Yes or Fucking No.
So whenever I wake up in the morning I have very muddled and foggy thoughts that can range from me thinking about why the floor is higher than usual to talking to my wall.
Anyways, I woke up extra early today and went to the bathroom. I was going to wash my face so I turned on the tap and put my hand beneath and it was COLD like really really extremely ultra pro max cold so I immediately pulled my hand away and the first thought that came to my mind was:
Damn,
I just recoiled like a brick
advertising has literally come to the point where we're the products
GOD i just scrolled through instagram for like 5 seconds and it was so repulsive… like a solid 70% of it was ads or algorithm recommended content based on who i follow or what i liked. every third post was a video and there was so much product placement and sometimes a little tag on photos so you can go buy the product directly on and through instagram. maybe i’m just old (i’m not) but how do people use that app every day for hours? i feel like i just walked through hell
Every single Tumblr user ever to exist:
I will die a hundred deaths, live through a thousand agonies, lift the mountains upon my shoulders, hold the sky above my head, have the earth crack beneath my feet, swallow a cockroach whole, watch my loved ones decay, stare the devil in the eye and watch him tremble, hand over his title; he was merely a fraud.
But I won't press reblog.
Cockroaches descended directly from the pits of burning hell and were sent as a punishment to this earth with the single intent of terrifying humans so much they lose their souls and inner most remainder of humanity
I thought you were talking about the emoji......................
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does it bring you joy?
does it not intentionally hurt/harm anybody else? does it bring you peace? does it seem right, in the now?
if yes, then go for it. whatever it is. it's what you need right now. do it for yourself ✨
I love how everyone thinks I'm innocent for not swearing and I laugh because they don't know about the string of endless demonic swears that constantly echo through my mind, like a million angry wasps at your window waiting to make you question who satan really is, at every vague discomfort that crosses me.