I Have To Be Funny Because Being Hot Is Not An Option

i have to be funny because being hot is not an option

my body isnt a temple, it’s a condemned building covered in prophecies in the form of graffiti. my soul is a shrine made of garbage and neon and i am holy, hallelujah.

I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone

i love when ppl are like “you must be freezing in that!” when im wearing like skirts, thigh-highs, etc like yeah im kinda cold but im not changing my slut aesthetic im not weak

me: *about to send someone a message*

myself: hey

me: ? hey what's

myself: if they wanted to have any kind of contact w/ you they would have initiated it.

me: alright, neat, neat concept, but communication is actually a two-way street so

myself: they have no desire to speak to you and never have any desire to speak to you, ever. they never think of you. they will never think of you, at all, ever, even in passing. you are nothing.

me, tossing my phone out the window: alright! neat! awesome! fantastic!

*talks about u behind ur back but in a supportive way about how cool u are and how much i love u*