Through The Heathers

I love my husband

tumblr is my little vague diary. you guys know nothing and everything.

9/11 could never happen today because the twin towers arent there anymore for some reason

Please stop asking me how I’m doing, I have no idea, I’m actually trying to ignore it

loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are

half avoidant on my father's side

good morning miserable women with mental problems

Kermit the frog just lets Miss Piggy fuck whoever she wants but he has to sit on the cuck stool, sadly jerking his felt green felt cock at a rate of about point three jerks per minute, and if that isn't true magical girl power that I don't know what is. Blessed are the divas for they will inherit the mirth. 🍆🤏

he has beautiful doe eyes and im like a ford f-150 going 80mph in the middle of the night

we used to make rage comics about how spoons will spray you with water if you wash them at the wrong angle. not anymore. now we just suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer

joker with an earring voice. bi so curious. sorry. fuck. sorry. this post sucks so fucking bad.

i talk about wanting affection while also being the most complicated emotionally unavailable person alive

tell me im good and that you like me