i just found the poem i wrote about pj and now i really regret not giving it to him at sitc :((((
y’all are like “ooh everyone is beautiful” “ooh everyone deserves to feel hot” and then three seconds later you’re making fun of people who cover their acne with makeup and people who haven’t mastered winged eyeliner yet like grow the hell up you don’t get to pick and choose times to be body positive
i managed to switch english classes so now i get to study brighton rock and a clockwork orange instead of jane eyre and its prequel i am SO HAPPY
why’s michael blowing that kazoo when he could be blowing me
have u seen a kazoo before
whatever the fuck that pipe thing in his mouth was i don’T KNOW
The spread of the black death.
the fuck kinda witchcraft was going on in milan and cracow