I’ve never had a party where no one shows up but tonight me be the night
I’m gonna keep posting even if no one gets it
Moving will be the death of me
The first time you come out to someone it’s exciting and new. Now it has grown tiresome
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
I like to pretend I have my shit together yet here I am