I don’t f*****’ care if Natasha’s acute myleoblastic leukemia comes back.
And honestly.
I don’t f*****’ care.
If wanting p3dos to put themselves in a wood chipper makes me a fascist, then call me Mussolini
Saw a girl in a public bathroom yesterday. Tan suit, yellow low-top Converse, dirty blonde hair. She was pretty, hot, gorgeous—literally my perfect girl 😭. I wanted to say hi so bad, but I’m way too shy for that, so I just stood there and said nothing. Now I can’t stop thinking about her and wondering what would’ve happened if I’d actually talked to her. 💛✨
