got a shitty trumpet at city’s new year festival and my brother is looking real murderous 2 hours in so if i die then u know who di

your sideblog link and akechi sideblog link are fused into one singular link

thank u for the heads up 👍🏽

LE SIGN... my hs side is @conceptofjoy go snoop around if u fuck with it

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........... i should tidy up my blog first. seems like good thing 2 do first

i was gonna be like new year new me gonna jump back into the tumblr buisness on my main better test the waters and i slipped with my scuba slippers and rolled down the hill on my inflatable donut into the infinite ocean this metaphor is getting out of hand

imma b real idk how many people still follow me or whatever quick update on me as a person i am no longer 18 because i am 19 and i am in community college and uhhh i still like dead shit i have a snake in a jar btw andddddd.....? oh yeah i think i obviously had a panic attack thing and dipped for like 9 months which is insane but its all cool ish. bitch this is more embarassing than running into someone u had beef with at school at a macdonalds

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Please don't think of me as anything more than an eccentric recluse who accidentally has a blog. That's already enough responsibility.

Hartmut Neumann — Sometime Around 12 Noon  (oil, canvas, 2011)

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.

idk

nobody understands my humor

Fare, The Garden

His baby

the body may be but mere flesh and bone

but the soul within is a colossus