this has been a text post by me

I wonder what it’s like to not be horny.

Talk to me?

marsastronaut:

I’m literally watching a documentary about 2 old prostitutes on Netflix.
They’re 60+. They live in Amsterdam.

I’m watching this in subtitles.

Did I mention they’re twins?

UPDATE: THEY’RE IN A SEX SHOP TOUCHING VIBRATORS IM DYING

Oddly enough I don’t enjoy being propositioned as a personal sex toy.

Fuck off right now

I appreciate the sentiment of Mother’s Day but at the same time, why is there one designated day in which we thank our moms but the rest of the year we don’t care? It makes no sense. And now all over Facebook and Instagram and twitter is everyone posting pictures and cute things about how much their mom means etc. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it but why can’t we do that on other days too?

I love my mom so much and I couldn’t live without her. I know everyone says this typical line but she is the strongest and bravest person in my life for having to deal with what she went through. Many people when they first meet my mom and I don’t understand why I’m such a bitch to her but my
Mom and I have such a funny relationship that people don’t understand.

I love you Mom and you’re not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it.

I wish I could be one of those creative people that I seem to be friends with and gravitate towards. Literally all my friends are so artistic and I’m just here.
I want to be one of those people who can write in a journal every day.
I want to be able to draw or paint.
I want to be able to let go and be free instead of always being the worrier.
I want to see all of the worlds beauty without having to try.

I guess I just want to find myself. I want to find who I really am and that seems like the biggest challenge in the world.
As if I don’t have enough problems.

Kona the baby min pin

I feel like no one understands how depressed I am when I’m at my house. Like literally.

This building, the place where I live, just being here causes me so much pain.

It can be a bright, sunny day out and I will sit around my house or room and be the most depressed person ever.

The worst part is that there isn’t anyone around to come by and make me leave. Everyone’s busy, or moved away.

I just want to be happy but my family keeps bringing me down.

Me being conceited for two seconds.

I look damn cute in my new glasses so fuck all the others ;P

Someone should have a conversation with me. I’m quite bored.

Where my anons at?! ;P

but why in heck would a clam be happy? i mean, really.

Hi. I think I am cool because I use Instagram. Except I’m not.

This is my Facebook profile picture. And twitter. HI GUYS. THIS IS MY FACE.

after my emotional breakdown and yelling at my mother because i’m fat.

but now i’m feeling good about trying to get into shape.