don't tell me what to do.

Every day of 2020, and apparently 2021 🥲

‪maybe she’s born with it maybe it’s debilitating childhood trauma ‬

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

I always hate when they ask what you expect to make. It’s like a trick question. They want to know if you think you’re worth more they they want to pay you. Just tell me what you want to pay me for Godsake!

one time i was drinking lemonade and then took the cup randomly and spilled my drink on the floor next to me before setting the cup down in from of me on the table. i sat there for 10 fucking minutes before realizing that my cup was empty, to which i then got up from my chair to get some more, cause a bitch was thirsty, and my ass slipped

this literally makes me so happy

He is wearing himself as a hat

i wanna be hugged for like, a week straight