we mend each other

I hate it when I see an unflattering pic of me and my friends are all like what no you look fine!!! you look normal! it’s like……damn……so I’m that ugly all the time 

*anxious at night* next day: “haha boy that was a silly thing to be anxious about” that night: “OR WAS IT”

being born in the 90s is really weird and cool because we were the first generation to be introduced to technology but we still had a childhood playing outside on our bicycles like my whole street used to be filled with kids doing kart wheels and playing together and i know i sound like a grandma like i love internet and iphones but idk when i look at my niece i think we were the last

why isn’t a group of kangaroos called a kangacrew

i think part of growing up is understanding song lyrics

i don’t think there’s anything worse than not being able to finish your lap in mario kart because ur in last place what kind of discrimination is that 

I’m not gonna lie, my eyes got a little blurry.

THIS.

I… fuck.

Yeah, basically.

I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages. 

There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.

THE BOLDED

confirmed

I’m convinced

one time my parents had an argument because my dad bought a bald cap for $2.70 but he was already bald