idk why i thought i’d be able to watch american horror story when i still jump when toast pops.
i think i need someone to come cuddle me and kiss my forehead
I am crazy bored and familiar with the ending. I walk in and out the cracks of my skull when there is nothing else to do.
finding out that something you thought was uniquely your weird thing is actually the best feeling
does anyone else know that feel of being fixated on labels and personality tests and shit because they’re the only things that give you a solid grip on your identity
reminder that if we’re in a mutual and you’re under the age of 18 and find it creepy or weird that i’m following you back as an adult then let me know and i’ll unfollow and it won’t need to be a big deal at all… like, please put your own safety and wellbeing first
last night also consisted of no less than three guys insisting they buy me a drink. one of them was a pretty good friend, so he didn’t bother me as much as the other two. this has never been a problem for me though (mostly because i never go to clubs) but holy shit was it exhausting and i have new-found sympathy for girls who have to deal with it on a regular basis. (not that i wasn’t sympathetic before, just more so now)