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A Short Halloween PSA


Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:

I can promise all my followers that I do notpost or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.

So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.

What’s with those guys who are always spitting on the ground?

“Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.”

— By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)

I’ve been so anxious and tired and sad lately that I kinda relapsed in my drafting habits (I hope it’s okay to use that word because for me it really is a major failure of self control and I worked really hard to post as many as possible) and long story short I managed to draft about 5000 posts and it’s making me want to cry because I tried really hard I did I wanted to post them but no no no no anxiety and depression kinda killed my willpower and now I have 5000 posts to tag and to post and I am so overwhelmed and stressed out I can’t even look at them


aesthetic: listening to broadway music and crying

bonus: trying not to let roommate (doing homework) notice

aesthetic: listening to broadway music and crying