irl – Page 8 – We all are stardust

who wants to see a picture of the time I had a black eye that lasted 4 weeks

I bet if I asked him to give me a piggyback ride, he would

He just keeps telling me that I’m beautiful

*Slaps roof of heaven and Earth*
This bad boy can fit so many more things than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio.

Sometimes I refuse to be my best self and instead choose to be my pettiest self. This is humanity, folks.

Go to the psychiatrist (no I don’t want to) go to the psychiatrist (ugh I don’t want to) but I did it!

Btw my lyft driver mentioned that he used to live in my neighborhood and gave me histprical facts about a bowling alley that burned down just before pointing out an apartment HE ALMOST GOT MOLESTED IN that is right down the street from mine. Thanks, I didn’t need more trauma in my day.

I woke up at 330 am and wondered how I had slept for 13 hours, thinking I’d slept until the afternoon rather than the scant hours I had actually slept

I am rocking these Timberlands

Today’s acknowledged trauma: My exgf texting a week after my grandmother died to demand a bunch of bullshit from me before saying they hate me but love me, full-well knowing they were hooking up with someone else while I was dealing with a massive bout of depression and grief

So if you’re turning a 445-page fan-fic into a possible novel, how much erotica is TOO MUCH erotica?