so last night I was walking around my friends neighborhood with him and another friend and he got worried that his parents were going to lock him out when they went to bed, so he goes home to get his keys. he walks out with his keys, but also just a big ol fist full of bacon, munching away without a care in the world.
One of my favourite shows:
One of my least favourite shows:
Do you see my problem
girls are so hot???? like i see a hot girl every 2 seconds. and a hot guy about every 2 weeks. and even then i’m wary because he might end up yelling something rude at me or making a rape joke or something
she wears short skirts
i wear nothing because i am the disembodied incorporeal form
she’s a flapper
i am the eyes of T. J. Eckelburg
dont u hate it when u have a romantic dream about someone who u never thought about in a romantic way and then u wake up and have some weird crush on them like wtf subconscious why u gotta do this to me
I kind of hate myself. I had such great confidence most of the day today. I wore a bikini in public, my hair looked great, and I fucking left the house without makeup on which is something I hardly ever do lately.
All it took was a couple comments from an asshole “friend” that hangs out with our Friday group and I was crying on the way home and looking at that picture and pointing out all of my flaws and looking in the mirror when I got home and absolutely hat i ng what was looking back at me. I don’t get it I was doing so fucking well.
Yay! For the anon that asked to see it. Sorry for the clutter, the basement is the only place we have a big enough mirror.
It’s actually really scary to post this, because even though right now I’m confident in it and myself, that may change very soon. That’s kinda why I bought the bikini because it’s hella cute and I feel hella cute wearing it but I still have rolls and gross and I kinda wanna cry when I see my fat.
But I’m working on it. We’ll get there.