im in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”
I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
like honestly, sleeping next to someone is the nicest thing. like when you half wake up at 4am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you. lovely.
Is it me or is everyone’s 3 favorite things netflix, oral sex, and pizza
I text back way too fast but people need to understand my phone is ALWAYS in my hand
God haven’t been on in forever. Sorry to all the followers lol.
Dolls have given us an unrealistic image of women.
For example, I found out Russian women do not contain smaller Russian women inside them.
Voices sad, from far and near
Ever singing full of fear
Ever singing dreadfully
Dante’s Inferno: a helpful diagram to eternal damnation