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she looks uhh

yeah is ee what you mean

somethings not right there

i wanna make her daddy issues worse tbh

Something is off

gonna INSPECT

OH SHIT

you know what

She has a picture in her profile where she looks like she just got raped

she has that "in and out of rehab" look

but it's like a professional photo

she's probably done a lot of chemicals early in life

you want to be stabbed by a coke dealer ex bf?

her face is SLIGHTLY smaller than it should be

date that bitch

not significant

but like

That explains the similarity to samelpan @Deleted User Lol

85%

bro she does look exactly like the girl at the coke dealers

not like some people's faces who are like

"damn nigga you got like 60% minimized on that face"

this is like an 85%

niggas be like

your brain notices it

you dont

but I brought it up

Lol

true true

she probably has bacne

"she looks like that girl from twitter who does coke...hey what's wrong with her?"

my dick is 400 meters

long

@Deleted User haha virgin!

I keep this coked out facebook message by some dumb roastie on my google docs cause im an asshole

Five years ago today, this was me. Two weeks into my undergrad and new life in Montréal, 3 months into being 18, bursting with life and spirit. So ready to face "adulthood," so ready to run my own show, so ready for university. Vibrating with the sheer potential of it all. In my mind, I was prepared to live as the adult I had felt I was for many years. Turns out that idea was obliterated because holy shit I had growing to do. I had mistakes to make. And I made them. Liberally and with gusto. I had wounds to heal and mentalities to dissect, unpack and rebuild. In the coming months after this photo was taken I grew so much and so quickly, I could hardly keep up with myself and looking back, I can pinpoint these moments of growth like a map of the stars. I had so much bloody resilience and determination and still do now. So here I am, 23, sitting in a radical Airbnb in Tokyo, meditating on the last five years, mesmerized by the passing of time, trying to be gentle and less self-critical because my life has been crafted by me with diligence, care, strength, momentum and support. I have no idea precisely how others perceive me and can't be bothered to dwell anymore. I am powering toward bigger goals, goals I could not have even put into perspective five years ago. I am cushioned in my adulthood by the labour I have done to make myself happy. I have committed to my happiness and sacrificed for it. I feel loved. The growing pains have slowed but are a reminder that it's been a trip. I am grateful for my existence. I am grateful for the survival of my youth.

this is every woman's internal monologue in the world

and this lasts from 15-30

unless you can be a badass

and break it