#shallow bitch

[suchatinyinfinity]

Nick Tortano or King Caspian???

WELL SHIT. KIng Caspian has a lesser chance of ending up dead but Nicky knows how to love a woman! I pick Caspian for his hair and lack of neck tattoo.

[goddess-in-training]

I hate nothing more than festive get-togethers right after work, where I have to set my hair the evening prior, do my make-up in the morning, bring a set of festive spare clothes to work and then work a whole shift with my hair-do somehow tucked away so it will survive. And then get changed in a toilet stall. Yeah. The lengths you go to because you’re a shallow bitch...

[socinx]

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[eggrollgutz]

Screaming for 1000000000000000 years. I just realized I am super shallow But I am not anything special so idk why I am shallow. Throws self off of bridge

[hotgarbagebabe]

So a hot, nice-seeming toppy genderqueer person on the internet wants to hook up with me. So far so good. But. The name they chose. Is so ridic. It's laughably bad. I would feel embarrassed saying their name to my friends, or actually thinking it in my brain. Am I being too shallow? Is this a reasonable dealbreaker?

[farewellfaircruelty]

I've realised that the only way I can find a lecture interesting is if the lecturer is attractive. I'm so fucked.

[horcruxprincess]

I wanna have a lot of money but I also want to marry an artist of some type do you see my dilemma

[code-redcodex]

It's more than just some school thinking to suck money out of you. It's more than just the amount which you paid for this service. It's more than just the weight lf the world on your fucking shoulders because I have them too, shoulders, and you're only heavy from pulling my strings. It's not fair how you have a levy over my life because of money because at 18 I never had the chance to earn and save enough to sustain myself. Away from you. Not fair because at 18 I'm suffering an emotional drought and she may not be the best teacher in the world but she was there when I was falling apart and she saw. She saw. And that was more than enough when she said my colours were coming out. It is more than your unsustainable dream of burning cigarettes and complaining about the fights of my life which you never let me win not with understanding how to support me. It is more than an instrument and a past time I play. It is more than just profit. Music is life. It is my life. So deeply ingrained into what I love and what I need that all your intrusions will never understand what I want and what I so desperately need. Not in your practicality. Not in your trivial simpleton life. Not in your desert-like incapacity to comprehend complexity like it craves water but does not know it. Not in your myopic eyes, not in all your life. When you see dollar signs ruling your lands this is all you will get. A barren, faithless daughter. Whom you will never understand.