i have this deadly sickness called remembering

fr sports have taught me that parasocial relationships don’t have to be positive so lemme tell you about my personal enemies

definitely not locked in. but not really locked out either. as that would imply a sort of freedom

mondays have you thinking shit like I wish I could undo all my mistakes

i am always one wrong word away from being shot by all the people who find me tolerable

king of edible leaves his majesty the spinach

“People you may know” and it’s the devil from the Bible

embarrassing yourself sucks but it is Not the end of the world. I'm telling me this

sometimes my Beloved Mutuals will rb a post about a certain character archetype and i will have to physically restrain myself from saying “yeah you would say that wouldn’t you”