do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach
I have a theory that nobody actually works in Ikea. Their ‘employees’ are people that have gotten lost inside, and over the years they simply assimilate into the store. They find themselves wearing clothes that match the logo, they forget the need to eat or sleep. They are Ikea. Ikea is them.
We are all Ikea.
And now, the weather
what do you mean people born in 1997 arent 3
i think i dropped myself as a baby
I AM REALLY UPSET BECAUSE NOBODY IS KISSING ME OR GOING OUT WITH ME OR CRUSHING ON ME EVERYONE ELSE HAS A PERSON WHERE IS MY PERSON WHY DONT I GET A FRICKIN PERSON
middle school boys in the locker room
let’s all stop for a minute and thank jk rowling for not making the golden trio a love triangle
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
when ur being dramatic for humorous effect and someone’s like ‘wow calm down’