my relapse destroyed the most beautiful thing in my life
im seeing my ex boifriend today so we can talk abt everything today. but it seems like my track marks arent fading, only worsening with time. it makes it seem i was using more recent than it actually had been. i hope everything goes okay.
a cognitive list of shit I bot in the dtla bargain alleys
hoop earrings 2x
knee high socks
I literally spent half an hr struggling to figure out how to put on this elastic body winding lingerie. why does it take so much thinking strength to feel / look like a slut. once i managed to put it on, my tits don’t fill it at all. (not a shocker) i also feel like i lost at least seven lbs from relapsing.
Cross-sections of animals who have ingested cigarette butts.
why am i so cis passing. uhg it’s so annoying.
what are sum good modern anarcho documentaries that showcase destruction and direct action