current mood: tamagotchi after it poops
if I ever commit a murder I’m blaming this post
"talk dirty to me"
*turns into a tree to avoid responsibilities*
having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch
i wish i was skinny enough to wear leather jackets and short jean shorts and short skirts with ripped leggings and boots and look sexy as hell and then come home and drink hot chocolate while wearing an oversized sweater and cute fuzzy socks without feeling like fucking shrek okay