me: h—
novel written by man: her breasts were large, but still firm
me: h—
novel written by man: her breasts were large, but still firm
I’m sick of all the men i think are hot ignoring my telepathic messages like pay attention to me right fucking now!

put her in the charlie’s angels reboot
Me: *sees my stuffed animal on the floor next to my bed*
Me: Why wasn’t I a better parent
Guys with beards are just guys without beards with beards
On this bitch of an Earth as it is in Heaven.
“why are u still sleeping with a plushie?” because im lonely bitch get out
being a macroorganism is so stressful. i want to know what my cells are doing. I don’t like how unsupervised they are
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