The WHOLE pine

I be running my fingers through my bush pondering ancient wisdoms

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

Accidentally clicked on an ad and I died

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

staring at the dessert menu and twirling my hair and going "should I be baaaaddd" until the autistic girl I'm eating with says "there is nothing bad about eating dessert. it is a morally neutral action"

I like clingy. I like attention. I like affection. I like double texts. I like random calls. I like paragraphs.

there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

ma'am, I'm going to place you on a brief hold while I look for a reaction image

“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember

"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget