what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
what if every spider i’ve ever crushed thought it was like, living in my house with me the whole time and one day i just flew off the handle and murdered it. like it just thought we were hanging out together.
has every spider died while feeling a sense of betrayal.
literally everyone on here is on drugs
OH MY FUCKING GOD
Goodbye social life.
I can’t do this anymore.
I was gone, and now I’m back. I still feel like I’m not adding to anything on Tumblr…
But sweet delicious avocados do I feel the need to blog to people who don’t really give a shit.
I’M BACK BITCHACHOES.