Im laughing quietly in public.
I am thinking about buying a bagel. Two thoughts are conflicting. One says, <br>
"hey, get that bagel. It's a fucking bagel. Get that tasty shit." </p>
While the other says:</p>
"why would you buy it when you know damn well you'll just throw it up. You're fat. You don't need it." <br><br></p>
Advice of the day:
When in doubt, flip a coin.
It’s going to happen.
It will happen.
You’ll love it as it’s happening.
You’ll wish it could stay that way forever.
Once it’s over, oh, you’ll regret it darling.
You’ll regret it so much.
So fucking much you’ll have to rid yourself from that toxic waste.
And you will.
Oh, you will.
The process will happen again because you don’t know any fucking better.
It can’t stop.
It will NEVER, fucking, stop.
But that’s okay. You’ll one do it this one, last, time.
I wish that i could eat something bad then eat something healthy and they would just cancel each other out. </p>
" yeah, you are starting to look thinner. Just dont lose your ass."
-oh how i love my boyfriend.
Drake isn’t a rapper anymore
Drake is an emotion
“how are you today”
“idk i’m feeling kinda drake”