My hips are tired from truthing all night
My fatass cat if you even care
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girls donβt want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because βwhat could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?β
Now the people βcarryingβ tiktok will be British people. Which is doom because we all know British people are lifelessly unfunny. Canadians better step up
Letβs have another Boston Tea Party, but instead of dumping tea, we start kidnapping CEOs and making them walk the plank like the pirate days
Not the full government name ππ
Henry Winter is so real because if I were him and I just woke up from a devastating headache of a nap and I see Edmund going through my stuff, reading MY diary, I would also smack the living shit out of him.
βitβs starting to smell like pumpkin spice!β
βitβs starting to smell like scary movies!β
no.
itβs starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.
Sylvia Plath // Fyodor Dostoyevsky