It feels as if my mom has been searching for drugs in my room.
What she doesn’t consider is that she’s my biggest drug.
i like to push my body to the limit but not in the healthy living way more like in the how much pasta can i eat before im unable to physically move way
When my parents aren’t home I like to wrap myself in a garbage bag full of Vaseline and pretend to be a fetus
i see a lot of replies to this post every day but i’d like to acknowledge this one
You choose that one only caffe on the street where there’s free wifi.
You buy the cheepest thing that they sell but it’s still half of your day’s pocket money.
You sit down and try to connect.
The rooter doesn’t work.