Birthday Girl
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Janaina Medeiros

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Birthday Girl
best sleeping conditions: freezing fucking cold room but layers and layers of blankets
I had a dream that I developed a heart problem because I’ve been an unfit fatass that haven’t gone to the gym in a year… as if I need another fucking thing to be stressed about. Fuck
The irony is, I know if I go back to the gym, it will probably improve my mental health and everything else.
I’m in a stressed anxiety whirlpool soup and I need to get out of this aaaaaaaa 😩
Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
I went out. Had fun. Got fucked up. Now I’m embarrassed. Will I do it again? Maybe?
Please remember that Pride is important because someone tonight still believes they’re better off dead than being themselves.
I’ve been having difficulty sleeping every night during the past week or so. The stress of life is really just eating me up at night. All my insecurities and regrets and worries all creep in all at once and I’ve been having a hard time soothing myself.
What am I to do?
Started my Lipstick Diary and can I just say, my lips are killing me.
I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor's backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.
I was at the Bruno Mars concert. Let’s take a second to appreciate my nails!
good morning are you obsessed with me and only me yet