I JUST FOUND OUT THAT HUNDRED OF METERS UNDER THE SEA, THERE IS A LIVING BEING THAT IS LITERALLY JUST A FLOATING BUTT
IT’S CALLED THE PIGBUTT WORM I JUST SHOWED IT TO MY PARENTS I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE
i was told….
dont need no boys i grab my own titties
I don’t get why bras are so expensive I mean I didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
Next time I start to develop a crush on someone please just punch me in the face instead
A back rub and some cuddles would be nice..
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell