joie de vivre

​i lied. i don't like sex. open heart surgery

genuinely sickening to think about how men pop up out of holes in the ground and you have to swing a mallet and hit them over the head to get them to stop

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

i dont have any "tinnitus" i have an angel who lives in my blood and she likes to sing songs for me. ok

the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

"u attract what u fear" AAAAAAAAH financial stability and rough sex

People will post like yup Ryan Ross is the Brian Wilson to Brendon Urie’s Mike Love which would make Pete Wentz the John Lennon and Patrick Stump the Paul McCartney. Meanwhile everybody Ringo

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

advertising lemonade is pointless. the human body already knows it needs it

Forgot to close a parenthesis and now spirits enter me like a waterslide

stop deactivating

i thought we all agreed we were here forever

margaret qualley divorcing jack antonoff is going to be so chic when it happens