Explosivetelepathy

Monday Morning

understanding academic concepts got me blushing swinging my legs giggling

Super fucked up that having the feels-like-shit disorder makes you feel like shit

if i’m going to live with Raskolnikov-level ennui, paranoia, and indecision, i could at least have a best friend who’d beat up his relative defending me for a crime i absolutely committed.

my toxic trait is believing my daydreams will come true on their own

I murdered a rich guy in Red Dead Redemption 2 who slapped his expensive horse across the face after he lost to me in a race. His horse is now my main horse and she gets all the pats and sugar cubes in the world. I’m feeling good about my cowboy life choises.

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