i blog for girls who are umm relentlessly tormented. By the misery

Anything that reminds me of anything makes me wanna throw up

this is my one wild and precious life fucckkkkkkk fuckkkkkk fucckcckkkkkkk

girl will suffer unearthly tragedies and still run errands the same day with a smile on their face but if a mans parents divorce when he is 12 he will unleash his wrath on the world for the rest of his life

do u even wanna count my freckles one by one or memorize the shade of green my eyes are or touch my teeth with ur bare fingers ? or is this doomed ?

i pray that aug, sep, oct, nov and dec are all months full of growth, blessings, productivity, new doors open and opportunities

would you still love me if i was a string cheese