I used to go to church in hopes that God would grant my wish to let me wake up as someone else, who could at least tolerate the way they looked and the body they were in through hell and high water and today marks the first time I’ve felt as such in a longgggggg time.

Must be nice. Truly the way people don’t see their own popularity as a source of power like it often is is concerning.

You better thank your lucky stars you’re so pretty and popular bc you get to get away with that all the time, like people will come running to you to comfort you and love you and tell you you did nothing wrong and that I’m just a boogeyman who likes attention

I’m staring and my mouth is wateringggg

No wayyyy we have the same birthday!! Happy birthday!!