some of you never played online dressup games while sitting in a huge beat up desk chair while being yelled at by your mom when you were kids and it shows. grow up
Me, refusing to leave tumblr: sir, this is my emotional support hellsite
She’s bi. She’s overly sensitive. She’s a big dummy. She can’t drive. She’s me!
wish i were alive in 2000 BCE so i could have devoted my life to the moon goddess and die at the old age of 28
Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep
maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning
Well evening me might have fallen asleep at a reasonable hour if that dumbass afternoon me hadn’t lain down for a “little nap” that lasted four hours.