Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”
Kat: You can’t just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know.
Patrick: Yeah, I know. But there’s always drums and bass and maybe even one day a tambourine.
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
to work in a bridal shop in flushing, queens until my boyfriend kicks me out in one of those crushing scenes. what am i to do? where am i to go? i’ll be out on my fanny. so over the bridge from flushing to the sheffield’s door, i’ll be there to sell makeup but the father will see more. i have style, i have flair, i’ll be there, that’s how i’ll become the nanny.