Jun 30, 2016
I was just gonna go down there in my boxers and fuck some shit up
Bec @frightfulfaces , 2016
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I was just gonna go down there in my boxers and fuck some shit up
Bec @frightfulfaces , 2016
beach night and waffles with @frightfulfaces and @takahashimisakis
Wait no can you fit your boob in one of those [condoms]??!?!?
Becca @frightfulfaces
pinterest mom is at it again
my sister, frightfulfaces, to our mom (overheard from upstairs)
Ah I'm so sorry I totally understand that I'm the same way. Online friends tend to be so there for you compared to irl peeps
Yeah. Talking to a computer all the time though just makes things lonely sometimes (re: all the time).
I can relate to that totally. Doesn't make you weird. And I know it's tough but you'll get through it. I'll be your friend if you want. We can die over Oliver and Connor instead of actually dying.
The thing is, I have tons of online friends. (I’m not saying I don’t want to be friends, because I am totally down for more people to scream about HTGAWM with.) I just feel like I am confined to the internet, because offline, no one cares and I don’t fit. Here, I said I was having a bad day, and you guys all post in my askbox, checking up on me. Offline, people saw me crying, and not one person contacted me afterward to see if I was okay.
frightfulfaces replied to your post “why is it not disgustingly warm outside i protest to this”
Why are you outside at 8:30 is the better question
i had to feed the cats fight me
Hey you okay? I saw your post earlier about having a bad day and I wanted to see if you needed an ear or a friend
I’m okay, I think. I’m just…in a weird place. I’ve been trying to branch out and make actual “friends” and I’m realizing that I just can’t seem to connect with people. And I don’t feel like my friends care about me, which I can’t address because it just makes them angry. And so now I’m just reburying myself in fiction because I feel like dwelling on fictional characters and relationships meets my needs better than actual, real people do. And it’s just a really depressing realization that kind of makes me wish I was simply dead.