I’m in the repair stage of a relationship, arguing about the hypothetical situations I would be in if we were to have a clean, final break… What is life 🙃

THAT ASS IS LOOKIN FAT. WAIST SNATCHED. AURA GLOWING! YOU GOT THIS, SIS!

What you do is who you are. So ask yourself… Who am I?

If you’re gonna self-sabotage, at least grow up like the rest of us and do it in ways that don’t affect those around you. 🫢😪😮‍💨 You heard it here first. Follow me for more. #adulting101 #protip

“My friend has my location and a picture of your dick, so if anything happens to me…” #OutOfConTexts

And one day, you’ll stop blaming me and all the love that I poured into you

Welp… You can’t colonize flavor.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on designs that I’m gonna be sent to Alligator Alcatraz for…

Has anyone else ever genuinely wondered what it feels like to be stabbed? Or has my mental health taken a turn for the worse?

I’m convinced that Shell Silverstein’s “Where The Sidewalk Ends” was written about Pennsylvania…

I wonder if my landlady hears me fighting for my life every day in here

And when I really want to break my heart, I reread my old poetry.