me when my leaf is cut and it starts leaking a medicinal gel that is often used to treat sunburn, hydrate dry skin and heal minor wounds (I am an Aloe Vera plant)
addicted to posting bullshit on my ig close friends story. it’s like my version of slam poetry or something. instead of finger snapping i have loyal story likers
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