@everyone who says that if their ‘races’ were switched no one would care
"you don’t sound like you’re doing homework in there"
What the fuck does doing homework sound like
crying
i want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside u feel me

- guys: *brush hands*
- guys: no homo
- girls: *walk around only partially dressed* *share changing rooms* *compliment each other's appearance* *show each other their underwear* *snuggle on the couch* *share a bed* *split a meal* *kiss each other's cheek* *link arms* *share a blanket* *give each other back rubs* *rest head on each other's shoulders* *give long hugs* *offer sips of coffee* *play with each other's hair* *dance together* *share clothes* *go to the bathroom together*
- girls: nice
Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it
no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1
keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
SLEEP TIME IS NOW
SWEET DREAMS HUMAN
I WILL BE HERE, SHARING MY WARMTHS
I GOOD DOG
I KEEP MY HUMAN SAFE <3
about 2 weeks ago i was working on a history paper and it was around 2 am and i was hungry so i went to the pantry to get some food and i found a bag of tortilla chips but they were really big chips so i broke one in half and for some reason i thought the noise was hilarious so i kept breaking them in half and that is the story of how my parents found me on the floor of the pantry crying hysterically surrounded by tortilla chips at 2 am
Finals.




