Took me so long to realise that the aesthetic of my partner could be literally whatever the fuck they want it does not effect me
Old coworkers: how are you?? Howve things been??
Me: ohmagosh I've been great!
Also me: *goes home and listens to "Somethings Always Wrong" literally six times in a row*
I have seen so many scary movies but Disney channels “don’t look under the bed” will forever be the scariest
The gang’s all here folks!
Edit: proshits do not fucking touch this post is not for you
This is the ONLY money you'll find me using
Happiness? I don’t know her
a blessing.
tired of being a person. would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come
Just some simple serotonin