cant believe people have good support systems

i have no goals no aspirations no dreams no passions no nothing. all i have is my stupid life that i wish i wasn’t living

been crying for three full days kinda

all my life i have begged someone to tap me on my shoulder and say yeah i get it

no great love or money or success. all i literally ever asked for was to feel a little less alien in this stupid fucking planet

I NEED A BOY WITH LUCIOUS HAIR AND CROOKED NOSE OR IM KILLING MYSELF !

the way you people are treating women who r against barbie’s unrealistic body standards like shit just shows how fucking desperate you are for a toy company’s approval

every attempt at differentiating yourself from the crowd that looks the same, thinks the same and even feels the same is considered “pick me” behavior. live your own life and dgaf what others say

liberal feminists’ opinions on things matter less than dirt to me personally

just had dinner i feel so much love within myself

whenever iranians get too touchy feely about the “arabs” attacking them i feel such embarrassment

olivia rodrigo’s vampire is like, an entirely musical theatre song

1:20
literally monologue reading and 1:36 could straight up be from The Heathers

me joking w guys bcs im a guy in my head and then they think i wanna suck their cock

they invented summer for the lovers

called someone stupid on ig and got blocked immediately its sooooo fun being a menace

i cant politicize my very being to be more easy to digest. i will not censor my mistakes, desires, lust, rage and wrongdoings in order to perfect a recipe nobodys even eating. this is who i am as i am

i exist as a person not an abstract idea or images slung together. there is a body behind the mind and i will not let you forget that.

just yelled “yippee” because i found another italian female author to be obsessed with