Theres a strong smell of poop in my room and i know for sure it aint me like wtf i think its coming from outside or my dog pooped in here but idk where exactly
there was a monarch butterfly outside with a torn wing and i thought it was dead so i went to pick it up off the ground with a flower but it began to hurriedly clutch onto it trying to drink something. it was totally trembling; it had a gash on it’s body and i knew it was dying but i couldn’t bring myself to kill it, so i googled a monarch’s favourite food and it ended up being mandarins. he literally devoured as much as he could before dying and i buried him outside my window.
You’re a good person
the problem with me is that i care too much about what others think of me & it literally kills me
When my straight friends want to come over.
hello 911 my sock is falling down inside my shoe