u deserve a nice boy who texts u back and buys u tacos and doesn’t kiss other girls behind ur back and who makes u laugh and thinks ur funny
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
I really worry about which selfie my family would put on the news if I ever went missing.
I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!