leg so fucked up it makes a man want to pop his out of the damn joint like a barbie doll

i’m like if house md was an insane hellokitty girlfriend. so, like, evil but make it pink

sleep schedule is fucked but i’ve been enjoying reading fanfic in bed when i wake up to come to terms with the agony of my leg

iconoclastic

switched the wrists my bracelets were on because the green one kept digging into my damn skin when i pressed down to write

god doesn’t love me and that’s alright. too much of a weird little faggot with a busted up leg to attend mass anyway

having an eating disordered past and trying to be mindful about losing weight is like repeatedly grabbing a knife by the blade. btw

nails are long enough to obnoxiously clack against my phone screen when i text like a y2k villain

easy to talk the talk, much harder to walk it

plucking my eyebrows is a nightmarish task. i have no idea if this shit is crooked or not

bro i meal prepped (bagged portions of broccoli out for a week) i'm so ready (sesame dressing ftw)

my existence is inherently disruptive and political so, yknow, explains why im a yapper

fucking hell dropping the caffeine further has made me into the world's sleepiest man

my childhood bestfriend being a punk explains a LOT of my personality despite the pastel pink. makes u think!

voted "most likely to be put into a hamsterbubble/bubblewrapped" by loved ones

notorious yapper, chatter, talker, speaker, babbler, meower, etc

so successfully masking youre mistaken for the ingroup is always such a weird disconcerting feeling

*gives myself a shiny badge to reflect the fact im a mouthy cripple on my homepage* hell yea baby

deeply amused by the discordance of the badges but if it works it works. LOL

the DIY ethos is fitting, i sigh, as i make the damn graphic transparent myself