put a finger down if you have social-life-crippling-anxiety and you decided to fight it back after months of avoiding unnecessary social settings and only leaving the house for work and you go to your first WNBA game to support your favorite team and so then you stress for days about not having an team merch to wear and get really anxious about looking out of place but eventually you decide you’re just gonna go and wear a pretty outfit you’d normal wear, which happens to be a white maxi skirt and then you go to the game and you’re standing in this super long line and a nice girl taps you on the shoulder to let you know you’ve started your period and bled through the skirt. And youre alone with no one or jacket to save you <33333

for as long as i’ve loved and indulged in astrology, ive always believed myself to be above zodiac sign phobia. there once was a time where i could find a sense of admiration for every sign… but unfortunately, i do think the lining of my stomach will curdle each time i found out someone was born under the devilish veil that sweeps over earth from january 20 through february 18th…. for at least the next three-four years.

my brow piercing is really putting the lesbian cherry on top. might get the other one done too 🕴🏽

i initiated meaningless casual small talk with a random stranger today.