man more people need to join the fucking bedroom fandom
i mean look at this shit.
it’s bunk beds and a little desk.
a motherfucking aquarium!
shit it’s like noah’s ark in the fucking ceiling
look how modern this shit is
it’s like three rooms in one
you could get a boat and sing fucking phantom of the opera and then just climb in bed.
I will man this damn fandom by myself if I have too
I just need love, its not fair that the pretty girls get to be loved…well it seems that every other girl gets to be loved except me. I see why though I mean who would love a broken soul like me.
The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.
does anyone ever just slip into a mood where all you do is wander aimlessly around your house and narrate your feelings and actions in your head like you’re in a novel
You are not responsible for the actions of those who hated themselves so much that they hurt you.