Il mio ragazzo doveva dormire con una sua amica per un concerto (letti separati) quindi per ripicca l'ho iscritta. Liceo classico. Lei adesso mi "odia"
sometimes i think the finale is fine as it is and then i wake in a cold sweat remembering the youngest member of the circus dealing with the heaviest trauma and who supressed her transfem identity killed herself right before she'd get to learn theres still time to change
been working on a method for not getting songs stuck in your head. seems to work if you cover your ears. think it even works if you pinch your nose. but if you close your eyes