how do I get the joy back into the things i used to love. how do I stop feeling empty in the company of people I enjoy. how do I get to the nearest arbys
how do I get the joy back into the things i used to love. how do I stop feeling empty in the company of people I enjoy. how do I get to the nearest arbys
hey Gemini how do I stop this death spiral of morale into despair
everyone who was funny over on Twitter just posts about current events over here. and like I understand why that's important and why we can't turn a blind eye to what's going on. but it does make me want to crash out constantly
being in intense physical pain while living in a dystopia has a way of making joy hard to find
everything makes me want to give up so bad but I'm not allowed to give up so somehow I keep going
did anyone ever think to ask Trump what his deal is? like I feel like a good old fashioned "Dude, what's you're fucking deal?" would have gone a long way towards straightening him out a good 10 15 years ago
"everything happens for a reason" - does it? isn't there some meaningless chaos in this world? aren't some acts completely senseless? must everything in this existence be as links in a chain???
me: uhhh yeah man I just had the 14 quesaritos. here's my credit card
i am diet cola
if i ever die tragically my ghost will be super chill about you making jokes about it for the record
this guy just gets it
I will be in physical pain every day for the rest of my life, won't I?
the lion is very concerned with social media posting
I don't think I'm a real human
I want to be suspended upside down by my ankles and used as a punching bag
rip trololo guy you would have loved ryan hunter reay
what good is a bathroom without a loud ass rattly fan
this account makes me want to press 5 for seΓ±or
the Lord requires that i Jack Off in missionary ONLY
I've been crashing out since before they had a word for it
why does every moment of joy cut just as deeply in the opposite direction. eat arbys.
there is more to life than what is on your computer screen. go outside. build a gazebo.
just thought to myself "I enjoy being alive."
did I mean that or did I just think it???
I am not alive, I am a meteor. life goes on as I float through the void.
I'm like a really chill chicken little. sky's falling and I don't give a fuck.
(tying my own hands) I'm sorry my hands are tied
sorry for being extremely reductive but just imagine being racist against the nation that brought us guacamole and Modelo
doesn't seem safe
I've loaded 15.9 tons. Almost there. Can't wait to see what I get.
I'm never huffing pool chemicals again dude where tf am I