I wish I knew why you left.

[ID: a photo of a wild pig standing in a field with a black-and-white cat sitting on its back. End ID]

that adhd feeling where you NEED to repeatedly listen to this one specific part of a song. not even the whole song, just one tiny segment that makes serotonin cascade over your starving brain like the first rain after a drought

Honestly I love ironically ugly clothes. Like. Hideous in a special way. If it’s not inherently hideous I’ll match it until it is.

Me, walking off a bus in a leather sports bra, body harness, mesh shirt, holographic skirt, over the knee striped socks, wedged high tops, and a cat purse: I am a beacon of sin and I Am Here!

im offended that yr trying to pass this off as ugly

Does anybody else like, revert back to the books/tv/movies u loved as a child whenever things in your life are about to change

I need to end all my correspondences with “Get me” now