Since when is a 22 year old supposed to have their shit together?? Go text some freak that doesn’t care if you live or die what else is there to do at that age
when I was like 19-22 I was like “I cannot BELIEVE I was reading smut at 11 that fucked me up in SO MANY WAYS IM SURE” but like as I get older I do think think that maybe it was actually a good way for me to explore my sexuality in a way that was not looking at people having sex
High af. As a touch deprived child it took me so long to realize my dog just wants me to pet him for no reason sometimes. I’m like you are fed, housed, and appear to be fully functioning. Why r u in my face. I had not accounted for the rest of love. Love to me was only surviving.
RIP David Hockney I once printed these out at Walgreens and when I picked them up the employees at the photo studio were laughing at me and I was like “this broke a record for most expensive painting by a living artist” as if that was going to make me seem like less of an f word
I was once the girl who sat in her boyfriend’s car while he did doordash. it’s probably something I should speak to a therapist about to figure out why.
the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
i do not care what people making $7.25/hr are doing at work. the girl at the subway across from my clinic will be in the middle of her court mandated virtual AA meetings while making my sandwich and i dont caaaaaaare
a man who broke my heart 12 years ago with whom i have no mutual friends and who is not a contact in my phone or a facebook friend, came up as a suggested account the other day and i then had to stare intensely at the wall for quite a while