not a chad bone in my body

For some reason when I used to heavily HEAVILY read x-readers (btw discovering that x-readers were a thing was literally like walking on the moon for me) I would look up ones where y/n died. Or ones for y/n being in the process of dying. Or flinching(???) and like past abused y/n’s. Because I wanted whatever fictional character I was biting drywall over to comfort my y/n insert????

Sometimes I wish I could be like “omg I was so high when I made this post.” Unfortunately weed makes me too scared so I just have to rawdog being a fucking strange loser, with ZERO substances. You guys would never understand the pain I go through each day

Sometimes I wish i could have a large painted portrait of myself hanging on my ceiling. I really think it could be helpful making some changes in my life

I truly do believe if I had a lesbian life coach I’d be president by now. By god they get shit done.

If I was a dude I would get that Jacob ladder piercing and invent a special type of martial arts which allowed me to get hard just by saying “weiner hard.” And then I’d spin so fast I’d kill my opponent by my massive schlong and the metal in my dick

Have come to a realization I am just an angry child at 23.