will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking
this comic defines me
*prolonged sigh* i shouldve posted that when more people were online
i never realize how much i swear until i’m in a situation where i can’t
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
i have such good taste, i whisper to myself as i browse my own blog
[AGGRESSIVELY FINDS YOU CUTE AND DOES NOTHING ABOUT IT]
sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments
I constantly go between being extremely anxious about all the things I have to do and literally not giving a shit. There is no in between, and it’s so exhausting and frustrating.