Sans titre

I hate when people expose to me their perfect lifestyle, like, what do you want ? A medal ? Shut the fuck up

I should keep things to myself

People have so much to say but so little to listen

Burn in hell

I wish I had horns, I’d be so tuff

I can’t wait to spend time with her, holding hands by the lake, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our skins.

What can I even do

Someday I’ll say fuck to my internet footprint and yall won’t be ready

I want the lights of the train to turn off, they’re too bright

I hate to sleep during the week because it means accepting tomorrow, it also means exposing myself to bad dreams and nightmares.

I hope my agenda isn’t too mad at me 😥

I wish I was a girl so I could sing Sabrina Carpenter songs better

Need a girl to cuddle if anyone is up to it

Step on me anyone please

I wish I could disappear