Blue cheese is one of those things that people eat and pretend to like to seem cultured and complex but everyone knows deep down it tastes like batteries
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
lets play “how rude can i be until u realize i dont like u”
Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors.
oh no a boy doesnt like my apperance whatever will i do