I saw myself in the mirror and I was like IS THAT A STRIPPER IN MY HOUSE but then I was like ooh nvm dat me lol
when i was 8 i drew this comic about two girls kissing and my mom was out raged and i thought it was because my art wasn’t good enough so i kept trying to draw girls kissing and she sent me to therapy and my therapist tried explaining homosexuality to me and i didn’t even know what that had to do with my art skills
i always think “if people want to talk to me they will” which is my reasoning for never really starting conversations so i’m permanently thinking no one wants to talk but what if they’re sat there thinking the same and it’s just this cycle of silence that never gets broken because i’m too stubborn to just put myself out there
so my dad’s friend was bartending and saw a guy put something in a girl’s drink so while the guy turned around he switched their drinks and watched the guy roofie himself.
you never realize how much you love sleeping until you have to wake up in the morning
Snapchat conversations are hard because eventually you just run out of selfie poses so you end up taking pictures of the couch or something
if she doesn’t text you when shes drunk then you aint da one