If your brain is sick, it’s sick. It doesn’t care how nice people think your body is or how much money is in your bank account. None of it matters. And I wish more people understood that.
I’m going to give away $30,000 to 1 random person who retweets this tweet AND follows Twitter Philanthropist @Pulte and Me!! (If you don’t follow us, we can’t DM you the money) Will show proof! Much love
MY TOXIC TRAIT is when I’m going through something, stressed, depressed, whatever... I tend to stop talking to everyone & when I’m OK again, I start back communicating with everyone like nothing ever happened. It’s not that I’m being funny acting, I just deal with things ALONE.
i think of you sometimes, but not in the same way. not in the way you would desire and hope. not in a way of reliving and reminiscing. not in a romantic or longing sense, but more in a sense of relief and gratitude. you were the lesson i needed to get to where i am today.
do y’all even understand the extra amount of effort this shit takes? This is a whole ass leg work out alone, and you want me to go fast af bouncing up and down like my calves aren’t on fucking fire just for your tiny dick to slip out every other stroke 💀