i wanna be a cowboy babey

I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.

I was going to be like "well that certainly was not true cause you deactivated" and then I looked at the blog and. that's literally my old blog.

complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

forgot until just now that when i went to the grocery store today i turned down the oil/vinegar aisle and there was a store employee stocking the shelf and he said "welcome to the land of wonders" to me for some reason

Smacka smacka smacka

I know you mean the Magazine, but it’s funnier to imagine you calling these two commenters Whores.