STAY GOLD

I grew up believing that I was hard to love — and that any sort of kindness was lost on someone like me.

i’m babysitting this 4 year old kid today and as his dad was leaving he said “be good today” and the kid responded by saying “dad i will punch you in the leg” 

i’m trying a new thing called activities

“activities” is where you do different things like play an instrument or plant a garden

tell me more

i’ve said too much already

“what the fuck is wrong with me?” i ask, fully aware of the mood, personality, and anxiety disorders i have

in sixth grade you were either a cucumber melon bitch or a warm vanilla sugar bitch

not to be nsfw but I’d cry if someone kissed me on the cheek