I identify w tinkerbell a lot because she needs attention or she dies and that’s pretty much me

my window faces out into the street and a kid in my grade’s window is right across from it (though atleast 20 ft away) and i really should start closing my curtains when i change but i just can’t be bothered


"im a woman and im not offended?!??!!"

after years of searching without success, i have found her. the one. behold: the spokesperson of the entire female population. bask in the glow of her internalised mysogyny. bask, my friends.


we can only sext if we roleplay as key figures from the cold war 


im pretty sure owning a frozen yogurt machine would solve 100% of my problems


*plays bioshock ost in the shower* welcome to rapture