i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry
i hate being tickled i do not think it is cute i do not think it is funny i will kick you in the fucking face
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolocks through fields of lovely flowers,
my struggle is real
What is with you Abnegation and mirrors? We reject vanity.
do you ever drop something and instead of picking it back up you just stare at on the ground and think about what a failure you are