occupation: very sleepy girl

*looking in a mirror trying to practice self-love* ur doing great u stupid bitch

make your own foot scrub

I could really go for a sweet text about how much I’m worth to somebody

i hate the first day “let’s all say a cool fact about ourselves” bc the minute that shit starts up i am no longer even on the same astral plane. i’m panicking. sure i’m smiling at the other people talking but i have tuned everything out while my brain scrambles around screaming, trying to find something remotely interesting about me so i can mumble something that isn’t “my name is raquel and if i got hit by a car i honestly wouldn’t complain”

date someone that makes you roll your eyes and smile right after

never let your printer know that you waited until the last minute to print something and you’re in a hurry. they can sense fear

“when you didn’t want to wake up the cat”

A hambaga please.

hamburger~

Ah. You are motherfucker?

*bartender slides my drink to me from across the bar and i fucking fling it back twice as hard*