I’m God’s weakest twink
and they say white people can’t cook
k so we were playing "change" one day in triple threat as a warm up. the prompt was funeral for a loved one (my teacher's soo weird aiight).
me: *wails in dispair*
david: *laughing*
me: why are you laughing??? my dog just died??
david: it's funny that you care so much now that he's dead. you where such a terrile owner.
me: how dare yo as if you w you're right.
op turned off reblogs but I want this forever
hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly can’t even get shit done because i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. i’m listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER
Only you
Finally finished
would you pet a puppy
boyfriend asked what i was doing, told him i was editing a picture, boyfriend asked "is it something like house stretched out with the words 'menstrual blood' on it or some shit?", boyfriend was wrong, boyfriend was also onto something this goes hard
living without knowing if you have a mental illness or not is really frustrating. going about your day feeling the things that are described when you look up your symptoms, but not knowing if you actually should seek professional help or if you are acting upon what others are saying. feeling empty and anxious and like your walking in a dream, but wondering if this is conditioned behavior or your real emotions, and not being able to talk to a professional because you are constantly told "you are fine there is nothing wrong with you" so you end up just drifting by not knowing what to do.