Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.
i wonder if anyone else in the world has the same password as me
I just want someone to flirt with and make me laugh and kiss me in the middle of my sentences
That’s the thing about fixing people: You try to eat away each other’s sadness only to realize you’re still full from your own.
drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious and, most importantly, drunk.