How The Lead Guitarist Feels Showing Up 20 Mins Late To The First Concert In The Outfit He Wore Yesterday

if i don’t get asked to prom im crashing out but if i get asked by someone i don’t like im also crashing out but if i get asked by the person i like i’ll probably crash out so idk. losing ig.

how life feels after a phone call with that one person

just got an absolutely FIRE matcha latte from my coffee shop who’s income is almost solely from the purchases i make on a weekly basis. (i am now broke.)

as a D1 floater friend, going to a tiny ass high school is weird. it’s like. i know EVERYONE. i play sports, so im friends with the popular soccer players. i’m in advanced classes, so im chill with upperclassmen. i like art, so im friends with the nerdy art kids. and to make it WILDER, my dad works at the school with behavioral kids. so im friends with the skaters, stoners, and even the kids who get suspended every other week that most people are AFRAID OF. i’ve lived here not even a full year and i’ve got a wider circle than some of the mfs that grew up here. and i’m an INTROVERT.

favorite genre of confession has got to be “i love you, you asshole” followed up by “i love you, you idiot”

i started this school year as rory gilmore and am ending it as remus lupin.

you eat whole raw potatoes while sitting in a bathtub wearing a hollywood style expensive robe. your pet ferret sits with you. it is eight feet tall.

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

Intro Post:

Hello everyone!!!

Before we get started I thought I should issue a WARNING:

this introductory post is the best grammar you will ever receive from me unless I am posting explicitly about writing. Other than that I will sound like a raccoon who was given a keyboard.

I’ve created this blog to showcase a variety of content including (but not limited to):

- Writing

- Music

- Books

- Art

- Many different fandoms

- Memes

- Cats

- Stories from my life

- Random updates

- Mental health awareness

My pronouns are they/them.

My name is not to be disclosed here. If I gain followers I’ll have them vote on what to call me.

Thanks. 🫡

how dare you be funnier than me on my own post

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.

the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.