i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat
not to talk about doctor who but remember being a lonely depressed teenager and hearing him say '900 years of time and space and i've never met anyone who wasn't important'
me: i’m so SICK of clichés! where’s the originality?!
author: they’re enemies but they slowly start to fall for each other
me: *sobbing and shaking* oh my god they’re enemies but they slowly start to fall for each other
While cleaning out my room I found a paper that my therapist gave me some time ago to deal with obsessive and intrusive thoughts. Sorry the paper is a little crinkled and stained, but I figured I’d post it in hopes that it will help someone like it helped me.
my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored
who else wants to run away with a loving partner and acquire a plot of land in a coastal farming village where you can have a hobby farm with friendly goats
I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight
cherry red king 🍒
what was i made for?
“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland
please be patient with me im from the 1900s