not today, satan, not today

i gotta suspicion everyone got a secret hoard of something they keep hidden from their friends let if its shoes and makeup or like teacups that shits fine and all but once i went to my buddy mikes house and like,, well i knew him for years since like fucking 2006, we talk non stop,used to be my bff of the year and what not, ya whatever, i hop to get something from his basement once and i turn on the light and its littered with not a handful, but at least 20 hand made dollhouses with little trees and paint jobs and everything made from wood he harvested from his fathers construction company, all he missing is furniture and little people like FUCK that fucked me up so bad, but thats not the point of my story here see, it didnt fuck w me as much as after i visited my not so much anymore freinds house in 10th grade and she had a collection of her friends hair and she asked me for a snippet becasue she never had blue before and i went home and blocked her number anyway she jsut messaged me on instagram 30 min ago and i had to like sit in my kitchen in the dark for a while jsut thinking about how scary it is to know people but not know them at all

This is cute and I’m glad you were so supportive of something he was embarrassed of

i’m an introvert but i’m extra

I could have a cuter room if I wasn’t a goblin who threw all her shit on the floor

Not to sound too millennial but who the fuck would get off a plane (to their dream job in Paris) for Ross fucking Geller

Currently trying to convince my grandma to take me to Chicago to see six

The penguins of Madagascar “smile and wave boys” shaped a generation