Polkadot

*Wingardium Leviosa* (jumps out the window )

do you ever feel like you’re not to be considered as a person in this life but actually a narrator?

My bad for thinking common sense exists

me loooves putting me in situations I KNOW I won't be able to handle fr

It's like you're finally on the verge of achieving your dreams, and then your brain is like, 'Nah, I think I'll just accidentally set fire to this whole operation. For the jokes or for a higher power?....ultimate existential plot twist.

You know you want something. You know what you need to do to get it. And yet, you somehow manage to trip, fumble, and faceplant your way out of the opportunity. It's like your brain is actively conspiring against you, whispering sweet little lies like, "You know what would be a really good idea right now? Quitting your job and moving to a remote island to raise alpacas." If that is even what you wanted.

For my next trick I'm gonna talk about something only I give a fuck about in a public channel

Don't spend your lifetime making other comfortable just to find out you weren't all along

You put the phone down just to go on your laptop.

Ibuprofen confused Me:takes another

I blame the society even tho I'm part of the club!

Yes I'm in the manic episode again I'm clean of depression (kicks the bucket)

Pass the bottle for another day of no sleep

my biggest sexual fantasy is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me

'Nay' or 'yay' -donkey

that was so bad I wish someone had shoot me in the head.