good news babes i survived the first half of my second work shift without having a panic attack and now i feel marginally better about all of this

so im over here working on my w.i.p and my grandma just reaches over and starts keysmashing the shit out my computer and all of a sudden my document is gone and my computer screen is doing all kinds of pop-up shit and my grandma just laughs and keeps doing it while i'm sitting there silently staring at my screen and hoping she didn't just delete two months worth of work

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ninaaaa :3c

1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle:

polly by nirvana, sleazy bed track by the bluetones and could never be heaven by brand new (all of these fuck actually, so. shuffle made some good decisions)

6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible)

omg not three more this is hard</333 i just forget music when i don't like it i guess? but yeah idfk. maybe i'd rather die by tramp stamps, swalla by jason derulo and get on top by red hot chilli peppers?

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one:

ah beloved!! it's gonna be alrighty aphrodite by peach pit, the predatory wasp (...) by sufjan stevens and we are nobody else by lady lamb and pale blue eyes by the velvet underground<3 (though i could also say. hm. megalomaniac? stray bullet maybe?)

thank you for the ask angel!! luv you

I need to gain so much weight :( like 25 lbs fuck

Theres always that one person

and I care he v much @crooked-empire​

Bonny was in my room the other morning

@della-vacker-supremacy here you go-

No number of songs about partying and dancing and drinking will ever match the vibe of staying up till 3 am to fix a (group) project that went wrong and has to be submitted in 6 hours. It's like a sleepover but better. It was stressful, but once the sleep deprivation kicked in, my friend and I started laughing at literally nothing. We were cackling like some cartoon villains or some shit

So... Just got messages by someone telling me to block them back because I'm weird and creepy and to not reblog anything they post because they don't want "cringe hetalians"....

Big ouch, already struggle with how I view myself so that really ruined my night and it's likely gonna haunt me for awhile, but ..

Was that what it's like to be Blocklist worthy?

i accidentally flinched when warden was hugging and comforting me and i feel super fucking guilty about it

Here’s Burgh (as a Leavanny, inspired by @isshusgotissues) and the album Train of Thought!

I tried experimenting with colors and contrasting them and I’m happy how it turned out. Feel free to reblog.

dying a little bit here, it's fine

man I DO NOT like Tommys prison death being treated like Dream attacked him completely unprovoked and for no reason or just for some grand masterplan of look haha I can revive people. as if it wasn’t literally the result of over a week of verbal and physical abuse towards him and an innocent animal and the fact that Tommy took away and ripped apart every healthy coping mechanism Dream had (writing books)

TW!!! self harm/blood

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my anxiety was entirely overwhelming this morning and i needed control. i haven’t done this in so long but here it is.

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1. what’s your favorite way to dress?

god like i rlly like dressing up but i never get a chance so usually just like leggings or jeans and then a jumper or long sleeved top if its warm (which it never is over here. legit snowed yesterday :/)

36. do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.)

idk like i get these weird shiver things and my legs move involuntarily sksk

39. earbuds or headphones?

if earbuds means earphones then deffo them

a volte penso a come conoscessi a memoria praticamente ogni angolo del suo corpo, eccetto i piedi, e quanto sia strano pensare che potremmo incontrarci e non riconoscerci. come presenza online, come passeggeri su un vagone della metro, entrare nella stessa libreria a pochissimi ma sufficienti minuti di distanza. in un'intervista la Sciamma ha raccontato di come quando termina una relazione si è in lutto per il linguaggio che aveva creato, per la sua morte, per il fatto che quel mondo è irripetibile e unico e non c'è più. penso a come a volte mi senta derubata dello spagnolo perché è stata la lingua dell'affetto nella mia infanzia e con lui ho reiterato questo concetto dentro di me, penso a G. che ancora non so come chiamare, il cui soprannome ancora non è venuto a me. non abbiamo ancora un nostro linguaggio, anche se ci parliamo in sguardi e carezze. mi ripete sempre quanto gli piaccia, quanto mi voglia bene, quanto ama i miei occhi, che ha un po' paura di me. sono contenta che abbia paura. non si lascia abbagliare dalla tenerezza.

me reading a white person’s astrological chart: it means ur ✨gay✨ congrats!! 🎉