In this house, dumb bitch hours are 24 fucking 7
me: wow things are actually going really well for once!
the crippling anxiety, waiting in the corner:
When someone asks you what the smallest unit of matter is
Alternate Universe Where Bones are Called Something Slightly Different
[breaks leg] Argh, my boings!
oh my god i just killed it in the mcdonalds drive thru
she heard my order exactly, i didn’t stutter, no uhhhh from me. clean, normal human interaction, just a fluid conversation. so cool
glo and grow privately, 2018
when you’re so sleep-deprived that you don’t even feel tired anymore
