guy with mommy issues: i like being called good boy
girl with mommy issues: this wretched earth has no place for me but i am enslaved to my flesh and kin for why do i feel obligated to exist if my only purpose is to decay
i want a bf in the same way i want a cigarette, i know it’s bad for me and i kinda feel like shit after a temporary high, but when i’m a little drunk????
We moved into an apartment and it’s above a supermarket and I started treating it like my own personal pantry that I wander into ten times a day in various stages of appropriate dress basically immediately. This is the fucking dream.
why is wearing a hat as someone who doesn't usually wear hats so difficult and humiliating. it feels like everyone can tell i don't know what i'm doing