I just wrote a very bitter story about betrayal and self loathing and basically cutting. Been on my mind for a while. That was very therapeutic.
I’d like to thank the person who looked at a buzzing Bee-hive and thought:
“Those bastards are hiding something delicious in there I know it.”
My mom asked me to make cupcakes, so assuming they were for my family, I iced them white with supernatural-themed red demon traps and blood spatter and some of them even had Lucifer written in calligraphy-ish font.
But then I found out that the cupcakes are for a church bake sale.
Do you see how this might be an issue?
you’re my hero
I love you, be my best friend.
MY DAD GAVE ME A GOLDEN GAYTIME IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
I DIDNT REALISE HOW THIS MIGHT SOUND TO NON-AUSTRALIANS IM REALLY SORRY
i feel like you australians are just fucking with us now
bitch that’s a fucking cookie crumble