Heartache And Hellscape

heartache and hellscape

You’re sharp edges and razor-smiles and jacket patches and stereos. You don’t care about the damage you cause because you refuse to believe that you’re destroying yourself. You don’t care as long as you make sure that you’re in some way making sure that someone else gets something better out of it. You hate the government and you hate everything you’ve ever been told in school, and you like the graffiti in bathrooms but you’re too afraid to add any yourself. You think there’s nothing about you that’s memorable and that’s not true, but you have an odd, fluctuating relationship with how you view yourself. Sometimes you completely devolve into reading 100,000 words in a nighit and destroying your sleep schedule because you think the bags under your eyes are cool and there’s nothing about you that you think people will notice. You don’t like talking to the cashier at the grocery store and you think McDonald’s fries are way better than Burger King’s. You have an odd relationship with everything you read because you don’t want to do two hours of research but you don’t like to take things for surface value. You’re watching the world crumble and you have no one to hold and it hurts so much that you want to burn it all down yourself. You watch too many nature documentaries and like vampires more than werewolves but hate bringing up how much you know about lore. You read the Percy Jackson series when you were a pre-teen and now it comes up every so often like a ghost from the past. You never watch new shows and you hate using other streaming services because you’re so used to Netflix’s layout. The fridge is always half empty and you’re numb to your parents arguing. You’re numb to the world in the same way an Instagram photo has heart filters. I mean…ouch. But they’re not wrong

your vibes, what are they?

Watch the entire thing…please, you don’t understand

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I’m all (kind of)

Tag Yourself

bad ass bi: explicitly wears leather jackets, doesn’t give a singular fuck, low key maybe a softie on the inside, is actually really smart, wears combat boots, big mood, basically rosa diaz

useless bisexual: can’t flirt to save their life, not that smart but still thriving, hella clumsy, can’t understand what is happening, embarrasses self all the time, will stare at their crush and not know how to talk to them, awkward but adorable

bisexual mess: kind of close to the useless bisexual, makes terrible life decisions/can’t make decisions, never has their shit together, gets into shit all the time without trying, exudes lazyness and is high key lazy, still manages to pull it together at the end of the day, peak of pining over crushes, finger guns and thumbs up

art bi: that art hoe, reads, drinks coffee, aesthetic, enjoys long walks and deep conversations, low key an artist in their spare time, actually really cool but probably shy

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Kinda unhappy with this one, had too much story/ideas in my mind, but too few pages lol. Anyway, the message is still important. Rabbits often suffer from poor keeping and are often abandoned, especially around Easter time.