Isn’t it wonderful how you’re always finding new songs and new books and new shows and new hobbies and new places and new people to fall in love with? There will always be things to love, as long as you stick around to find them.
Scary bathroom adventures, 1988 (another ad by Cesame)
i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside
I woke up and looked at my fingers earlier and was like, “wow they’re so dainty and delicate and slim” and I looked at them now and I’m like, “god, even my hand is fat” literally cannot beat body dismorphia lmao
I’m honestly still mad about this like can I be content for half a second, damn