Sometimes, I Worry That I Ruin Everything That I Touch.
Sometimes, I worry that I ruin everything that I touch.
That everything lively around me withers away.
Like a winter chill to a flower patch, my presence is too much;
and eventually, I'll watch all that I loved crumple and decay.
Am I the Greek Chorus in the play of my life? Allowed to watch, yet never intervene.
Or am I being pathetic, choosing to wallow in it all? The World's Oldest Angsty Teen.
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I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying
I hate how it feels in my flesh. It's as if I'm trapped in a shell
I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying
Oh God, oh God, why did you leave me in this hell?
I need an escape, need be, I'll break through the gate
Let me out, Let me out, Let me out, Let me out,
Spiders are so cool
🕷 The spiders of the United States Boston, Boston Society of Natural History, 1875.
Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.
anyways, friends are great. no matter what kind of day i'm having, being with them puts me in brighter spirits. I can't help but to laugh and smile, and it makes me want to do everything in my power to make them all laugh and smile too
I fucking want these so bad ohmigosh
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~~Theatre major with a caffeine addiction and constant anxiety~~ [20] [They/Them]
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