It did not occur to me when i ordered this desk that I would have to be bob the builder. Like can my dad come back and build me this desk. I’m just a girl, my mums just a girl and my brother is hopeless. Send help. Maybe i’ll get lucky and girlboss it. Who knows? I can’t read pictures!!! Give me words! Or a video? Anything.
Ya'll tell me why I was writing a Miles (e!42) fic, and I was putting how both his parents werent home, then I was like. "Wait a minute, this nigga dad dead". LMAOOOO
yea... its all very existential but my mom doesn't understand why I can't just let it go. perhaps I am being stubborn in my resentment but at the same time my father is a CARTOONISHLY bad man.