My most fucked up after party was when a friend cooked a plate of köttbullar for herself and another guy only. It’s wasn’t even a guy she was tryna fuck just a friend. I sat there so hungry with my hands in my lap

I never realise untill it’s too late 🙏

everything is coming up milhouse😎

allowing myself to think and recognizing emotions wierdest feeling its like the oposite of self hatred. feeling vulnerable is still embarrassing but it’s amazing how much love is out there, I want to be able to give it in return. need to find balance thinking/impulse cuz I overthink it and become stuck-up

for every time Im beautiful and right i am also ugly and wrong

tumblr is the last place where I’m able to shout into the void! anyways I wonder if he’d love me if I xyz. what kind of feeling is that really?

kinda sad bc I wanted to go light a cable on all saints but maybe ppl don’t even do that here but anyways I spent the night smoking and drinking and hanging with ppl who were too cool for the party… kinda love being a cool uncool person but also hate it good night

I had empanadas for the first time today it’s like mini calzones I love