#it never FUCKING ends

[orbitalmirror]

[sighs] [opens trending]

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[devils-sacrament-catering]

I am the horniest asexual I stfg I need there to be sex all the time thinking of it looking at it reading it writing it just pls I don't want to be involved

[its-tim-time]

Well I think I’m missing my flight

[kaellecappuccino]

.... Am I just obsessed with the same people over and over again and again ?

[introvertedlass]

[vintage-tigre]

[feelslikegold]

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[unfortunatelyprofounddaughter]

just made a 7 minutes long voice recordings of me basically breaking down at the fact that i feel like a failure for not being able to complete simple tasks.

[maxellminidisc]

Opening my phone to pop culture news, social media, etc on a near daily basis like:

[one-winged-dreams]

WHADDA HELLLLL, i do not need this sickness bullshit right now

[natjennie]

why does my body have to have something wrong with it everyday. I can't have one day that's just like. fine. no, there's a list of 10 different illnesses that fate just closes its eyes and throws darts at each morning.

[reservoirreputation]

Me: I think it'd be cool to celebrate 'Dimples' first birthday (yes my fic has a birthday) by posting the sequel to it that started off as a one-shot and ballooned into a multichapter fic

Also me: has been working on literally anything but the 'Dimples' sequel, and hasn't touched the document in months.

Also-also me: what if I posted the 'Bad Karma' sequel on BK's birthday?

[mumbledramblings]

i need to draw the bad luck ref and i need to draw 98! bad luck and i need to draw my wols and i need to draw teeny roberto and i need to dra

[fizziestbomb]

[morphogenetic]

anyone else out there feel guilty for existing at all and being privileged to the point that you can barely even move bc you just feel crushed by guilt 🤪

[james-sunshine-potter]

Whatever you do, don’t imagine a maze runner au where James gets the flare and ends his life by having to beg Sirius to kill him.

Don’t imagine James begging Sirius and apologising profusely throughout. Don’t imagine James crying as he pants “I’m sorry… I’m sorry pads,” because it hurts so bad and can’t go on anymore like this. Don’t imagine James trying to plead with Sirius he needs it to end. That he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

Don’t imagine Sirius ignoring his pleads and results to dragging him cause he’ll be damned if James dies. Don’t imagine Sirius promising James he’ll make it. Don’t imagine Sirius trying to plead back with James that he just needs to hold on because he’s so goddamn close. That he can’t, won’t lose him.

Don’t imagine the fight. Don’t imagine James looking more and more in pain throughout. Black blood down his chin, black consuming the whites in his eyes, bulging black veins with look like lightning scars on his cheeks.

Don’t imagine Sirius doing everything in his power to not let James hurt him or him hurt James. Don’t imagine Sirius throwing the gun James has had since leaving the wckd facility away, and as physically as far as he could. Don’t imagine Sirius having to physically stop James from stabbing him.

Don’t imagine the knife in James’ chest. Don’t imagine James’ own knife in his chest. The relief on his face. Don’t imagine the gut wrenching loss on Sirius’. Don’t imagine Sirius gently placing James’ dead body on the ground. Don’t imagine the raw guilt Sirius felt because he was that close. He was so close to receiving the cure but was so far away that he was never even there.

Don’t imagine the crowds reaction. The raw tears from Regulus. The numbness from Remus. The shock from Marlene. Sirius giving up.

Don’t imagine it, it’s probably better for your soul that way.