I Hate When People Ask Me “Why Are You So Quiet?”

trying this new thing where I make my decisions based on “common sense” and not my prophetic visions & omens

fellas is it gay to be gay

waitress: i'm sorry we're all out of mozzarella sticks

waitress: sir please stop cyring

i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

*sees a pic of a skinny person* *inspired for 11 seconds*

i don’t know anything about culture i am just at my house

imagine being someones dream girl . i almost blacked out thinking abt it

if a hot evil villain tried to seduce me to the dark side i would simply say fuck yes

Today, a colleague complemented me on a feature for which I was severely bullied in middle school. It was the most surreal thing. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self about it, it would probably blow her mind.