plot twist: i actually died many years ago this is just a queue
ew just go away go away goooo away YES YOU GO
go gogogogogoggo please I dont want you euughhhh im sick
I hope you ask me “was this post directed atme?
and I’ll say yes BAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAA
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
- don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you
- a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’
- or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’
Raven understood what being a teenager was really like.
The last one killed me
cute names for ur newborn child
- ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- hte Spaghetti
- lil shit
- swiggity swoner i have a boner