This feels like a white-hot piece of shrapnel embedded in my stomach, making it’s way inch by excruciating inch down through my body.
Oh. Is that what that is? Not blood or cramps? Okay I’m cool with that.
My last bastion of relative sanity when the rest of the social media sites go to shit for me. <3
let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”
*at job interview* Oh yes, my criminal record? The only thing illegal I’ve done is absolutely KILLIN it on the dancefloor. Haha, just kidding! I have killed a man