Whitney. Texas. Butthead. Sass master. Lover of pizza, sleep, and cats. Amazing at making guys think that I'll actually send them nudes.
You’re gone and I’m going to stay high all the time just to keep you off my mind.
At the bookstore today I did the thing. You know the thing. The thing where you hold the book and love the book and sob violently as you put the book back because you can’t afford the book.
Yeah. I did that thing.
and then they just try to throw the fucking “a lock that can be opened by many keys sucks” argument into the mix and i’m just like oh yeah?
well a fucking toaster that can toast tons of different bread and bagels and shit like that is a good fucking toaster but a piece of bread that has been put through multiple toasters is a burnt piece of shit
don’t play with me i will come up with analogies that slam your pathetic dong in the hypothetical trashcan of shame
The universe reached out to me.
At least I’m doing something with my life.