*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
If school was just four days a week I would be fine going everyday
The temp controls in my fridge are the same as the ones in my heart
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
I AM A STRONG INDEPENDENT awkward teenage girl who sorta wants a man but can’t really get one
i feel this spiritually
my history professor told me today that he “likes the way I look vaguely pissed off” during class