bar·do ˈbärdō

me, who has done nothing but take time to myself for the last two weeks: i need some time to myself

Oh, ouch!

she’s got a specific dick in mind bruh, leave her be.

Daughters really do share deep rooted emotional trauma with/inherit deep rooted emotional trauma from their mothers and I know it’s true bc whenever I try to approach a sensitive topic with my mom, no matter how calm and civil and patient I intend to be no matter how much I’ve practiced what I want to say no matter how OK I was even a moment before, I always involuntarily burst into desperate, angry hysterics the moment I open my mouth. As though it’s coming from a place buried so far within me I cannot even register its existence until it has overtaken me. And I know I’m not alone on this either. There is so much we internalize from our mothers that we never learn to contend with. That we never even learn to recognize

Date a boy who looks at you like you’re the camera in the Office whenever other people are being ridiculous

I basically just repeat the phrases “oh my god”, “holy shit”, and “hell yeah” and that’s the extent of my personality

my future husband is going to have the coolest wife lol u go dude

*opens the groupchat at breakfast to backread like its the morning paper*