do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach
Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.
tv shows are fictional but the pain is real
*shows up at ur door 10 years after we had an argument* aND ANOTHER THING
I’ve decided to design a line of clothing, and I’m going to call it It Has Pockets. It’s going to be a line of simple dresses and skirts and every single one will have fucking pockets.
We should be funding this
you and your fall down guys and chemical reactions