Oh Ms Believer

i hate that post that’s like “what you named your stuffed animal as a kid is a personality test” cause the only notably named “stuffed animal” i had as a kid was one of those wretched baby dolls w hard plastic head feet and hands and a soft fabric body and i kept him fully nude at all times and often hurled him across the room just to hear the plastic THOCK against linoleum and his name was Bigfoot Larry so whatever that says about me i don’t wanna know

catch me in target lusting after kitchenware like a 45 year old mother of three

unstoppable force (my compulsive need to overshare) vs. immovable object (my paranoia that saying anything will cause everyone to hate me) 

no offense but im ugly and have a crush on you

stop global warming i don’t look good in shorts

please do not make jokes about my weight. it doesn’t matter if you’re just kidding. i honestly do not like my body and hearing others joke about it does not make my situation any better.