went on a few successful dates with a person and NOW THEY WANNA KISS ME OH MY GOD GUYS IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET HOLY SHIT
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@thesalvageupcycler
went on a few successful dates with a person and NOW THEY WANNA KISS ME OH MY GOD GUYS IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET HOLY SHIT
bitch I want a boyfriend you want your ex. we’re not the fucking same get off the fucking app and stop this madness
I wish I could know how to tell someone likes meeee 😔🙏
I think I’ve got the words for it. I hate that I’m a “learned helplessness” kind of trauma for everything instead of an “I can do it” kind of trauma. and stfu about “grass is greener” bc this is the first time I’ve found a way to say it that I’m okay with and for me that’s like making it to the end of a marathon.
I keep forgetting I made this account yall. anyway. AHHHHHHH
I need either a boyfriend or a snake but neither can come into my mothers house or wants for for that matter
one moment kitten daddy is overcome with longings for romance and desire and you’re not even real so you’re kinda like rubbing salt in the wound by pretending to want my attention and yet not existing
unfortunately I’m back and my god I want a boyfriend
why when I’m getting ready for work does my brain sometimes get into “cat going to the vet” mode. bitch get into the fucking crate you cannot miss out on getting money rn you’re going broke
hate seeing men-attracted women constantly saying they’re gonna make their straight scrawny rat “twink” ex pay. meanwhile there are people out there (for example myself) whose lives are genuinely being ruined by real twinks
waiting for the power of creation to be imbued in my bones again. unfortunately it seems it will never return. how exciting for me
love, buried three times
@kameneva
I have this really bad issue of not being able to tolerate some people’s faces to the point I throw my phone across the room when I see a post of theirs. just can’t stand ‘em. I’d block all of them but then the internet wouldn’t really exist for me because I’ve found a lot of people’s faces piss me tf off
probably one of the weirdest things my mom has made fun of my dad for really relentlessly was the color of the lemon water he was drinking literally a few days ago. she couldn’t stop insisting it was piss (it was only a bit cloudy and not very yellow anyway, he’d only squeezed one slice) and said she’d never had a lemon water like that and he was a freak for it… I told her she must make a miserable lemon water then. like what a weird thing to make a mockery out of your husband for. be petty to a fucking politician instead
Sylvia Plath, aged 17, journal entry #28, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (c. September 1950)
you know the propaganda is doing its work when you start questioning yourself for thinking some laws are fucking ridiculous or otherwise carried out terribly. then you have to sit there and remind yourself “legality does not dictate morality and this has been the case throughout pretty much all of human history, you can disagree with the fact certain laws exist regardless of their ridiculousness”
not ashamed to admit that if you put me in the same room as a block of cheese (especially white cheddar or Colby Jack) I will gobble it down as the prophecies foretold mice would.
in fact I used to bring a block of cheese to school for lunch bc I couldn’t be damned to wake up earlier than 4-5am to pack up lunch, and I was so exhausted every night I wasn’t gonna make it preemptively then. was at a weird spot with my parents too (also admittedly my appetite) so I couldn’t always rely on “bring to school” food being in the house. a block of scrumptious cheese, however? easy to grab, easy to nibble on, pretty much always there. eating cheese is like devouring the warmest of hugs