“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.
sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
i dont need a valentine i need 8 million dollars and a fast metabolism
do you ever just start thinking about sex and zone out for a couple of seconds and stare into space and then you come back and you’re like ah shit i hope no one realised i was thinking about sex just now
#disappointed glare at my boner for giving everything away