remember when you used to be real secretive about reading smutty fanfiction and making sure you were the only one in the room and now you read that shit at the dinner table like it’s nothing
“you don’t look depressed though”
oh yeah sorry i forgot to bring my literal dark cloud with me today
i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
Bop it, Twist it, Pull it, Spin it, Flick it.