sick as frick

i am stupid for free. no one pays me to be this stupid and i think that’s very brave

not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties

girls will say they ‘know a spot’ then take you to the incinerator, thanking you for participating in their aperture science computer-aided enrichment activity

Sensory overload is such a weird feeling to describe. In a nutshell, sound is attacking me.

Today an escalator was squeaking really loudly and I told my sister it was eating my teeth.

folks, I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it rains for long enough periods of time. it rains hard, it sounds good, I’m comfortable inside, but within 5 minutes the jig is up. the dream is over. I think it should rain for longer periods of time than it presently does

a frog made this post

the frog is right

Lovey dovey bitch syndrome is decaying my brain

i don’t have the healthiest coping methods but i haven’t killed myself yet so where’s my fucking medal

who wants to come over and just like. come to my backyard with me and then just. scream. for three hours.

not to be thirsty on main but i would love a little kiss on the forehead

*holds my own boob for emotional support*