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Just found out I count as a POC, tellement étrange...

I'm so exited to go home and fry up some gnocchi

Don't play coy with me DANIEL

Middle school crushes making a reappearance is crazy, what am I supposed to do now??

The concept of people reblogging what I have to say is nuts

My new physio asked if I've ever had the electro machine before as if I haven't been going to physio since I was 8. I know ball bro

There's no button to push for third base I'm not tryin' to seduce you fuckface

I want a sugar glider, who is gonna get me a sugar glider

*insert goblin noises here*

Yes noah kahan, I am on alien ground

I relate to old woman Sophie from howls moving castle. My bones do indeed hurt

All I can hope for is for me to get better cause all I can take is no more

Today is going to be hard and I know that. But why does the world get to keep moving on today while the hole in my chest cracks larger. Why do people get to have good days today when today is the day that marks something so awful I can't even speak about it today. Normally it's fin, and I can talk about it. But today it feels like I'll throw up at the though of someone asking me about it. It's the fact that my grandparents are coming over and we're celebrating on this day where I just want to lay in my bed and cry. I forgot how awful this is. And when my grandma picks me up from school just like she did last time, to go shopping just like she did last time, well I don't know if I can take it.