i have yet to bloom a thousand more times

I bet trapping someone in a painting is reallyyyyyy fun

the weather determines if I’m going to be evil

i do feel we're at the point of pathologically picking apart our own looks and each others looks to such an extent that the dimensions of someones face or whether they can afford to get the right work done done or their bodily proportions genuinely matters to those who spend a lot of time especially online kind of going back and forth over whether or not someones hot or how to get hot or why being hot matters. and it can really get you too until you go outside and see someone who is genuinely really fucking hot who would probably be called like. mid by the general consensus in your little freak phone