baby

lets say, hypothetically, im a cat. a kitty cat. and for the sake of debate, lets say i dance dance dance.

i feel like a puppy no one wants

honestly i dont need therapy i need a machine to go into my body and manually stretch all my muscles and crack all my joints and then i need the machine to go into my brain and deep clean it with soapy hot water

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

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

yes teenage girls can be dramatic and wild but honestly have u ever even seen what happens when u tell a grown man ‘no’