















Gordon Ramsay ate my ass then said it was underseasoned and a fucking disgrace.


my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”
whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?