Complaining About Work

Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

Mutuals can DM. Mutuals can ask for Discord. Mutuals can rip open my corpse and huddle inside it for warmth.

I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

have we tried sitting completely still in a dark room, my liege?

when tumblr dies i'll live under your bed and you can say out loud what you would post and i will say LIKE or REBLOG it'll be just like we're still here

to anyone who has ever been nice to me:

Magnus Protocol staff!! (Shoulda given them dumbass lanyards)

They rot my brain oh so much!!! Ignore horrible lighting it’s late this guy wants bed-