It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.
last night i tried to fight 2 guys because they said that while I was very beautiful, I was more like a vanity fair model than a victoria’s secret model. fuck those guys
sometimes I feel useless but then I remember I breathe out carbon dioxide for plants
before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that