i love being a girl because i can have the worst fucking day of my life and still be like wait let me take a picture

leave a tip on the dresser now my face looking like a chalkboard cause his cum taught me a lecture

i’d give anything to be in church this sunday listening to the choir sing their hearts out just to hit me with a “god loves you but not enough to save you”

i could never hate someone for being a little insane. have you seen what being alive does to a person

creepier than a cemetery on a foggy night

the heat is making me understand why people in horror films give up and let the devil have them

is it spooky season yet

truly

does anyone remember my existence

what doesnt kill u makes u open x

happy saturday night to all the girls currently doing absolutely nothing beautifully

me trying to romanticize my life while actively procrastinating everything that would make it romantic