*winks at the sky* for the aliens

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

i’m interested in stargazing and rough sex

daddy issues = not funny

being traumatized by a father figure to the point where you can’t trust any man = not funny

getting scared of men raising their voices = not funny

living your whole life wondering why your dad abused you/left with no explanation = not funny

literally stop using the phrase daddy issues

hb

??? what is this ???

it’s a tray filled with fucking tubby custard that they jam up to the roof of your mouth and keep there. then they take it out and use the indents of your teeth to make retainers and stuff. it wouldn’t be that bad if it didn’t stay there that long, if the shit wasn’t flavored (’would u like bubblegum or cookie dough’ ‘i don’t really care they both taste like smoking rubber’), and if the ortho didn’t ALWAYS OVERFILL IT SO YOU END UP SWALLOWING LIKE A QUARTER OF THE STUFF AND GAGGING BECAUSE YOU’RE LITERALLY DEEP THROATING A PLASTIC TRAY AND THIS FUCKIN. PUDDING TEETH GLUE

I once vomited because they put so much dash goop in there

hb

Susan Mallery (via deeplifequotes)

Must be nice

throwback to when i was ten and had perfect skin and few worries

when u call for ur dog n u hear the lil pap pap pap of their feet as they come to u

reblog if u agree

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