my anxiety gets 700% worse when someone says “can i talk to you”
I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate.
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
on a scale of 1 to america how free are you to go on a date with me
north korea
ouch
- me: you'll regret staying up this late
- me: i know
- me the next morning: i regret staying up that late
- me that night: let's do it again
