*Grandma walks into the room wearing her Sunday church clothes*
me: YAASSSS HUNTY SLAAAAY! YOU ARE GIVING ME LIFE! YASSSSS GRANDMA SERVE FOR JESUS! BAPTIZE ME QUEEEEEN!
have you ever just looked at someone and gotten the strongest urge to kiss them and feel how soft their lips are and how their tongue feels against yours and have you ever wanted to kiss them softly and hold their face in your hands and feel the texture of their lips like wow kissing
This IS the best I can do
I am NOT slacking off
I am NOT using my mental illness as an excuse
It IS ok that my best is not the same as other people’s bests