no but imagine the rawness of slytherin feminists
When I was little, my nickname was chatterbox and it was thrust upon me like an insult. These days, I stop talking about the things I love the moment I’ve undervalued their importance to me. I sit awkwardly at bars where I know no one, in countries where I speak a secondary language.
I’ve met the type of people I want to have as friends for the rest of my life but I’m having the constant panic attack of not good enough. I have no idea if these people want me around at all and I just want to hang out and be chill but that will take another couple of weeks.
dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone
You must go on adventures to find out where you belong.