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if i can't play as a girl in your video game you already lost brother

can't have shit in this house

mutuals im airdropping u a hug

ibuprofen and sink water is the midnight version of coffee and a cigarette…

im starting to think some of you guys might not be okay

please respect european cultural dishes

my holy trinity: me, my playlist, and my coffee

“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child

the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november

Sometimes your heart is just sad and you need a quesadilla at 10 pm

Hey do you want to go to a book store/library, wander around and look at books together? 🥺