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if i cared i would let yall know that my boyfriend is a professional chef and better than literally any of you and also loves me more than u probably even know is possible. but i won’t succumb to my hate comments. i’m at peace.

i would be so sad if i was super famous bc i love going to the grocery store and i kinda feel like that’s the first to go in many ways

i live in new york city because magic can strike at any moment. for example i can stumble across a ballerina farm protein powder pop up in the middle of a random tuesday

wieiad (addison rae matchaful collab. smash burger from the sports bar. to go margarita in my citi bike basket)

having food cravings is so nice when it’s like cucumber :) tomatoes :) unfortunately rn i’m only ever craving hot mustard doritos

taking off tubing mascara in front of my boyfriend is like ok. this is something i can’t even begin to explain

just started next gen nyc. why is the anorexic party promoter that dresses like a sickly victorian child and doesn’t wash her hands even on the show

jesus if ur listening let me handle my liquor. also stop giving me wine headaches.

hoes mad i have a normal relationship with food my body sex men my parents my phone other women……. hoes is me ts boring

and if i said my best friends and my yoga teachers are tied for how often they’ve visited me at my serving job. what then…

yeah i’m fucking awesome at serving. old lady told me she felt bad for eric adams (unprompted) and i laughed in her face said do you? and walked away. 20% auto tip from the toast handheld tho so whatever

my bf really thought he pulled a bad bitch and all he ended up w was a ldr where the one time a month he gets to see me i pull up w double lip pimples a bloody nose and complain about my stomach ache the whole time

i’m kinda like already over zohran just from my peers being annoying as fuck about him. like yall are kinda icking me out yall

broooo they literally gave me a neurological exam and an ekg bc my swag too tough and my game too goated 😭😭😭😭

huda girl i see u. i’ve BEEN u. when she screamed at her man across a room of people you’re a pussy ass bitch i truly saw myself at 22 like godspeed babe

my coworker told me the 37 yr old guy she’s seeing had “sand in his sheets” when she slept over ln. i said baby what sand you’re in bushwick.

i have a fever in the way where my hair follicles hurt in my scalp when i touch my head