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“get out of your head” okay but where else am i supposed to go

ah yes, the three genders: the broken, the beaten, and the damned

“slut era” i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

hugging until we smell like each other. that’s it. that’s the whole point

not photogenic but i probably look sooo good as a distant memory

genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life

women in STEM (shenanigans, tomfoolery, escapades, and mischief)

i just ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“i wasted those years” who cares. you lived the only life you could’ve lived in those moments

nothing to do this weekend, might as well celebrate my birthday again

didn’t give a fuck yesterday, don’t give a fuck today, and i probably won’t give a fuck tomorrow either

oh to be a little bumblebee sitting on a dandelion

body so tea the british are coming

for your own sanity, move on like you never knew them because in reality you never did

hello

the diet vs. the body

i hate when i go to copy a picture and it doesn’t paste. do not disobey me

my favorite pastime is ruining my sleep schedule for more alone time