shoutout nice people who actually give a genuine fuck ur so cool and i adore u
Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved.
i think i just stumbled into a new fave aver piece of art but i cant find a title...
i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive
sometimes you need council approval.
I think it’s time I do everything I ever wanted
me, to my therapist: be honest. am i cringe
I was given a pineapple. I really like having this pineapple. I'm comfortable with the pineapple. even though it sometimes hurts me to have this pineapple, I like it because it's sweet, and I know that some people don't get to have pineapples like I do. I used to look forward to turning the pineapple into pineapple juice, except, now I worry because I know I may never get another pineapple like it, or it will take a long time to grow a new pineapple. I've always wanted pineapple juice, so why do I keep putting it off? is it because I feel pressure to make pineapple juice now? somedays it makes me wish I was never given the pineapple. maybe I would be better off had I been given a jar of cream instead. cream is good too. but I wasn't given cream, I was given a pineapple.
My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
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