“The love of my life wouldn’t do that” is such a powerful perspective to maintain

I remember one night I died, and the next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and went on with my life.

a relationship so peaceful that my nervous system finally stops preparing for disappointment >>

Honestly I need to start telling people to fuck off more…

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

Playfighting that turns into sex reblog if you agree

i be like “never again” and guess what i did? agained

is she perverted like me?

Oh no the depressy is hitting

stop expecting accountability from people who can’t even face themselves

and for the lady, perhaps whatever the fuck she wants

If you treat service workers with disrespect, don’t talk to me