hey why go to bed early and feel refreshed tomorrow when we can stay up late and let depression swallow us whole
If we’re friends, there’s a 106% chance that I’m always petrified that you secretly hate me.
“Men are sexualized in comics too you know!”
[sighs so hard the force of my breath exiting my body blows you away and drops you in the middle of the ocean]
I am honestly so much more content sitting in my room alone at night smiling and crying to myself as I watch my favorite tv shows, than being out in the uncomfortable situation that involves me pretending to be having the good time of my life with boring people, who don’t know a thing about me, who don’t care about me, who do pointless things.
I was at walmart the other day, and I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to pay, and I was braiding my hair because that’s something I do when I’m bored, and this dude walks by and says, “hey baby, what else can you do with your hands?” I gave him my most polite smile and said in the sweetest way possible, “strangle you.”
And I think I actually scared him because his eyes got kind of wide and he just walked away.