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all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

customize your Internet browser to make it cute. make your phone keyboard adorable. get yourself a cute launcher. put stickers on your mirror. wear too many bracelets. life is so fucking short. you're going to die. who cares.

I’m the biggest simp when I fall in love. I don’t care if that makes me weak, it’s who I am and that’s never going to change.

someone who texts you boring little details of their day, just so they have a reason to talk to you

when I say "girl same" that is not intended to be gendered, btw. neither is "girl help." I mean them in only the most primal, philosophical, spiritual sense