indifferentchild replied to your post: I didn’t sleep. Dad gave me tylenol with codine …
Holy shit that sucks. Get better!
I’m freezing up the ice packs now.
Thanks for the wishes!
danteagle replied to your photoset: I took a really nasty fall off my bike on my way…
Aww, babe. I’m sorry I’m not there to kiss it better.
This helped already. I love you, bro.
danteagle replied to your photo: Happy Towel Day. (Taken with instagram)
Hey, you sass that hoopy Sasha Lampert? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.
Thanks. I’ve been meaning to change it, or at least alter it so it suits my needs better, but I can’t manipulate code for crap.
Anonymous asked: Do you have any sexual fantasies your willing to share?
I don’t have very many, but one that I realized I had a while ago is very simple.
Sex in the snow appeals to me, the best place I can think of is with a hot-tub in the winter.
Just a location I’d like to have sex in.
Otherwise I’m more or less up for anything.
Anonymous asked: yo, bro, where the dick pics at?
They’re still on my blog if you know the tag. I still post them every so often, but they’re around.
I’ve made them harder to find at the behest of people who found them by mistake.
But they’re here.
Anonymous asked: Ever had a threesome? or are interested in having one?
Well I’ve had my fair share of onesomes, I’ll tell you that.
In all seriousness though, no I have not.
Am I interested? It’s something I’ve thought about, and I’m up for it. I’m not totally crazy on the idea though.
Anonymous asked: biggest or worse fear?
My most prominent fear is that I am not good enough for anything I have.
This branches off to every single factor of my life: not worthy of my friends, not capable of getting what I want, unable of being the person I want to be. All of these things.
The second, and more irrational fear, is that of heights. More specifically, my choosing to leave existence via said heights.
I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but I’ve only ever had one really powerful anxiety attack, and that was on a ferris wheel a year or two ago.
Every time I’m somewhere high up, and I’m not restricted by anything (ie: plane flights are better) I end up making a stupid decision that leads to me looking over the side. This idiotic event then brings my brain to go through every event that would lead up to, follow, and in general involve my climbing over the edge and jumping off.
Flashes of my friends and family upon seeing/hearing of my suicide go through me. Imagining the feeling of falling through the air towards my death. Thinking about how easy it could be. All of these thoughts pass through my head as my body slowly inches closer to the edge and my eyes drop to the ground below.
At this point I panic. I seize up, and even though I’ve stopped myself from moving closer I’m completely unable to move away. It’s like part of me wants to go through with it. Not out of depression, just out of curiosity. I end up nearly collapsing and I need to leave as soon as I possibly can.
It’s one of the only things about my mind that genuinely scares me.
build-high-for-happiness replied to your post: Halfway through. Kill me.
YOU CAN DO IT!! DRINK WATER! EAT A THING! YAAAAAY SASHA!
Part 2 of 3 is finished.
Next is 11-3am at the nice place.
Thanks for the support.
Imma give you a hug before I die.
hirotohk reblogged your photo: For some reason I like this outfit
My sweet sash, you need a trim.
FIX MEEEEE
cestvraimentdeguelasse replied to your post: Someone saw my cover of Kelly’s song. My friend’s…
Fuck that shit!
I agree.
a-weeping-angel-just liked your video: Art is Dead - Bo Burnham Cover.
FUCK.
WHAT DO I DO?!
DON’T FUCKING BLINK.
