happy november, everyone. may this month be filled with little moments of happiness for everyone. don’t forget to wash your emotional support water bottle and get your mandatory sweet drink (wink, wink.)
it doesn’t even surprise me when people end up being terrible on here because my standards were already touching the floor with its toes…
whoever did witchcraft on me last night needs to go to hell.. (me trying to find someone to blame for drinking my weight in lemonade seltzers.)
hues cafe is open bright and early, ready to start up your sweet tooth with one of our special halloween menu items. happy halloween! 🎃
lovebombing in friendships makes me feel so pathetic like damn, oldest trick in the ego boost for narcissists book and i still fell for it..
once you do me wrong then you might as well just block me because although i do forgive, my heart does not forget and holds onto that betrayal for years… #sorry not sorry…
a sentimental child will turn into an even more sentimental adult that's tearing up while folding her clothes because she wonders if the fabrics feel comforted by the warmth or scared by the violent turning that the dryer provides them.
i’m closer to people in my head than they are to me in real life sometimes and i can’t tell if that’s pathetic or very kindhearted of me… stay tuned….
what if we all shared a family computer so that we’d never have to worry about letting the internet consume us and maybe then we’d be able to fill the void doing other things outside of scrolling…
was about to have a breakdown and then i put on pinky up… immediately, my brain forgot what was about to ruin my day and that’s why katseye will never get lashings from me.
how am i supposed to keep my cool girl persona up when people find ways to piss me off really fast.. do #better…
overconsumption doesn’t exist when it comes to me getting pumpkin spice flavored things because i need them…… give me that…
museum dates are lovely in concept but as an emotional person, i don’t think i can leave without a red nose from crying. what do you mean these are all collections of someone else’s hard work? what do you mean some of them never got to see their hard work praised?











