idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”
listen if the theme was gilded age glamor and you invited me to a ball, you’d get all the bling. there would be a six foot train. tiers of silk. a correct corset
nothing is worse than software that tells people when I’m online or when I read their message or when I’m typing something. I always want to be as unknowable in my silence as god
fuck unique experiences I love discovering that thousands of people did the exact same weird shit I did. we are all so much more similar than we are different and that’s part of the beauty of humanity.
“spam liking will get you blocked” spam liking will get you a kiss on the mouth
There is nothing better than opening notifications and finding out that several days of your bullshit just made someone’s day because they liked and reblogged everything on your dash. I would bake you cookies too if i could
