i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
I always reblog the loneliest whale. I wish they could hear you lovely girl. Your pitch is just out of their range. You talk and no one ever hears you. Not a sound. Maybe someday you will find a deaf whale that can’t hear anything and won’t know the difference. Then you can find some happiness. Good luck whale. I’m still rooting for you.