i’ve been struggling all my life to figure out what love looks like. my parents never learnt to love me in the way i needed to be loved and now i’m suffering the consequences of the lack of love
Gatorade is a drink for both world class athletes and hungover drunks who don’t know how they got home last night. There’s no middle ground. Nobody is drinking Gatorade because their day was fine. You either brought home the state championship or woke up in a state prison.
drunk me is a sneaky little bitch bc if I want to do something that sober me would not approve of, i’ll ask for advice from someone who I know will say go for it instead of asking my friends who I know will yell at me