Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.
we are such a sad generation. the dream is a modest and decent life.
Y'all really out here dating people you can’t vent to or lean on them when you’re emotionally dying???? ON PURPOSE? Oh no baby, wyd???
I’m actually having tacos again for the second night in a row
Yami do you even understand what that means
He knows full fucking well why do you think he dresses like that
brain: do you have your wallet?
me: *slaps my ass so hard everyone in the target can hear it*
me: yeah
- Stimpy and Olive not being camera shy.
they look like a couple that defied all odds to be together.
It would be cool if after you died you could see the top 5 times you almost died
5 times you didn’t die and one time you did
I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Go big or go home
