Don't Knock It 'Til You Try It

there is something sooooooo hilarious about “btw I told my mom about this and she agrees with me!!” on now that we don’t talk

1989 is for anxiety girlies who have a cup of coffee in one hand and other clutching onto sink saying it's gonna be okay i will be the best it's good it's good i am good

add sprinkler of abandonment issues and self sabotage

god forbid women have hobbies like braiding their dead best friends hair to cover up that she’s missing an ear or putting makeup on her corpse to make her look less necrotic or hallucinating a bacchanal feast while cannibalizing her

mari is so funny i hope she never gets a backstory or emotional depth. she’s in the woods to cook stew and be a hater. and they’re all out of stew