consider this an invitation to my gang$ter nation.
do you ever just feel so awkward when you buy something and pay in cash and the cashier gives you the change back but you take a few seconds to put the money in your wallet and you can feel the world judging you from afar
I’m glad it isn’t just me
I’m a cashier and let me tell you that nobody cares and nobody is judging you, I love you.
Can you be my cashier forever
All of my teenage cousins are dating black people, except me. Like all 7. They made a club called once you go black… I’ve never felt so uncool.
fuck I want this
THEY’RE FRENCH FRY BODY PILLOWS YOU CAN PRETEND ITS A BOY BUT ITS FOOD AND THAT SUMS UP MY ENTIRE LIFE
My mom suggested ketchup packet pillows…
you could have some epic Jedi battles with those
pack your lunch
make the bed
kiss you when you’re mad or sad
get the mail
hug you all the time
kiss your boo boos
make you food
snuggle with you
support you and your dreams
listen to you talk about your problems
kiss you some more
hold your hand in public
play with your hair to soothe you
kiss your forehead
and your cheeks
and your eyes
and your nose
and your mouth
laugh at your jokes
no matter how bad
massage your back
and love you
i promised myself i wasn’t going to do this again.
but its happening and i cant do ANYTHING to stop it. So I won’t let it happen. Maybe.
omg. this is WAY too familiar.