Brief interactions with strangers have the ability to greatly affect my mood. Don’t know why but this has always been the case. Into it.
i look like the berries and cream guy. i wanna cut my hair so bad but i want even more for it to just god damn grow.
packing is hard.
i’ve packed up (nearly) everything else in the house… now i have no excuse to avoid boxing up my bedroom. it’s so daunting. having to separate everything makes me feel sad and slightly ill. i wish i could just bring all of my things to my new place right now and get to the fun parts of moving. i don’t wanna sleep here. it feels foreign and weird and different.
brandnewswastikas: Qualifications of a Perfect Mate You get to know me and find out that I’m gross You like me even though I’m gross You’re kind of gross too