giving in to the voices

walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck

I don't care how bad life gets i'm not watching Love Island

eat whatever

it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side

ohhhhhh my godddddddd you saw someone wearing really tight revealing pants in public? should we throw a party? should we invite goody proctor

and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business

i really wish we could all just stop this weird facade that mental health is taken seriously just because there might be more conversation about depression than there was 20 years ago. as soon as you’re unable to work or maintain relationships or mask effectively enough you might as well be a joke. even to people who say they understand it

The fact that this is completely incomprehensible to me makes it funnier than if I could understand it

skill issue. i understand it completely