This blog is pretty much everything robots now. Run by some chick named Squid who may or may not be lurking somewhere within the Mariana Trench. Occasionally this blog is plagued with personal artwork. And I'm sorry.
look me in the eyes and tell me that if the character you hold near and dear to your heart knocked on your window in the middle of the night and said “drop everything and come with me” you wouldn’t do it you know you fucking would
but the characters i hold near and dear to my heart are psychotic
(Source: jaclcfrost, via balverine)
Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?
(via dentyworld)
