any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone
working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone
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i actually… love people who double or triple or infinity text … what are you excited about because i’m excited too! message me seven times please i’m glad you have a lot to say and i am willing to listen!!
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I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to sleep in crappy motels. I want to sing along to happy songs while driving. I want to watch the sun rise in a different city every morning. I want to take pictures of new places. I just want to go.
When you load up on caffeine to make yourself less sad, but instead you just get Accelerated Depression™
I love how fucking abstract the concept of Accelerated Depression is. Like, it’s vague as fuck, but we all know what tf it feels like
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John Green, Looking for Alaska
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Boop the Snoot
Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs
They are harvesting our sorrows
True harvestmen, and not cellar spiders which are the other Daddy Long Legs, are truly omnivorous- known to eat everything from spiders, to fecal matter, to leaves and fungus… But one of the singularly most interesting habits of a particular European species is their almost symbiotic relationship with beehives– particularly man-made beehives. When a bee dies inside the hives, workers will remove the the corpse to just outside the hive just before dark. And the harvestmen? Well, they live up to their name.
So what you’re saying is that they are the grim reaper for bees.
The grim beeper
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