i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
ive had nonstop breakdowns for the past month and no one to talk too. no one cares. it's just take more pills or shut up.
the top of my feet and my back are so burnt
peak human experience today. took a long ass nap on the beach
(guy who acts weird in real life already) no one can know i act weird on the internet
my mom keeps sending me this same picture of miss piggy behind bars every day of the quarantine
how do yall come up with good usernames?? i am suffering
this is the text of good fortune, reblog in 60 seconds and $1200 will spontaneously materialize in your bank account🙏🙌💪🏻😤
day 18 with a broken elbow. wondering when i will be able to use doorknobs again
So cool you dont even have to teach cats to use the litter theyre just born with a passion for peeing on sand
taking selfies is such a vile experience why is it so incredibly awkward