not girl summer, i don't exist
“X reader is so weird…”
“I know right,” I say as I open tumblr, ao3, wattpad, all at the same time, and look up more x reader content for the 4th time this week. It’s only Tuesday.
“guys” i say to the singular person i’m talking to
“Your storage is full. Your last backup was a trillion years ago.”
I KNOW. ITS NOT MY FAULT.
Me throughout the entire year unfortunately
have done nothing but rot in bed the past two weeks, hate myself on break
Like someone send me letters, it doesn’t have to be romantic I’ll take a penpal at this point
why aren’t love letters a thing anymore?