how are 11 year olds in relationships and kissing and stuff when i cant even talk to the check out lady at target without stuttering
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
who cares about hashtags when there’s hashbrowns