Oh please, shut the fuck up.




There’s no such thing as: 

  • Using too much conditioner
  • putting on too much eyeliner
  • wearing too much black
  • being too nervous/sad/angry/happy about someone/something
  • liking a band “too much”
  • falling for someone too fast/too hard.

just remember that ok

is 25 litres of eyeliner too much

friend I’m not sure how you put on your eyeliner but I sure as hell don’t measure mine in litres


i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again

I have a name tag on. And I even introduced myself to you when you came up to the counter.

Stop calling me Jennifer. It’s actually really rude. Thanks.

Help. Please..help.


The sad thing is that I know I’m going to kill myself one day. Maybe not tomorrow, or this year but one day I will kill myself. My life will end with suicide.

One day.