Bipolar Brownie

Im like four days past my bedtime.

I’m on so much Ativan like. I genuinely can’t feel anything if I tried like it’s there somewhere under this. Flimsy film of dirt but as long as I don’t mess with it, it’ll be fine. And by fine I mean the dirt film will stay in tact abs keep me from breathing in toxic air that isn’t good for my brain., does that make sense? I’m watching Irish witch movies on Shudder and I’m wearing my new bra and I might go to the liquor store but there’s no sense of urgency and that alone is kind of beautiful to me. I keep adding more of my thoughts to this post because I like the sound my nails make against the screen. The tapping. It’s not heavy. It’s quick and light and sexy: and they’re my real nails which makes me like the noise more. I am feeling autoerotic because I kneeled down to fix my computer charger and I saw this crease in my thighs that I really really really liked. I wanted to take a picture but it’s not the same as when you see it from my point of view. True autoeroticism

why did we ever deem emojis “cringy” they are literally just little images and symbols how can you not love them 💌🥦🥰🫂🍲🧸🌱👒🥭🦦📚🌅

seriously they are like little stickers but inside your phone… ❤️🦢🍀🌎🌽🍵🎨🩰🧩

But what if I use them wrong? My sticker has transfered 🎶😤🥸🦐🤷🤏🥀🧂📈🪃➿️

I would literally pay someone to get this for me. searching for it is fruitless because google thinks I’m asking if weed can kill me.