this is why I can’t talk to people.

everyone thinks it’s all okay, I’m alive so I must be good. I’m not good.

okay and like not even sorry that I’m laughing at this. like, Jensen, we been knew you only know how to play Dean.

idk wtf shein is doing advertising to me on ig, but they got this one sooo right. I WANT.

cc: Ontario

christ. I thought I’d found maybe the one place immune from the tyranny. thought wrong, I guess.

the reasons are obvious: ⬇️ reading comprehension & ⬆️ self-centeredness

friends, let me tell you, I have been waiting so patiently for #babygirl to be able to wear this. 🩷🤍🩵 thank you, thank you to @naughtypastrychef.bsky.social for the PERFECT baby gift!!

got this quote from his Pursuit of Happiness on my fb (grandfathered in from the og days when quotes were a vital profile component lol). anyway. I’ve got some of the shinies now. am I at all good? no. maybe a little bit closer to good, sure, but by no means am I good. depression/ADHD don’t give af.

I’m not Gen X or a serial killer, nor am I into true crime, but I am 100% a half print half cursive writer lmao