do you ever get anxiety when thinking about how you’re not really living your life that you just go to school and eat and sleep and do homework and then after that you’re gonna get a job and you’ll work the rest of your life maybe marry and have kids and then you die and you haven’t even lived at all i can’t breathe
"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did
livin a life of constantly being a little bit sleepy and mildly turned on
My thighs are bigger than my chances in life
"dark lipstick makes you look intimidating"
good. stay the hell away from me.
nothing matters except strong eyebrows & winged eyeliner
my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background