When the Texas State Trombones get a 15 minute break from rehearsals…
That was a very marching band-esque ending! Sick!
Gotta love the bone squad
gotta love them boners
birthday balloons (one of them with a big 40 on it)
bad smelling perfume
disinfectant tray for manicure/pedicure implements (which i don’t have implements for that anyways)
vitamin gummies that expired last summer
a few giant pads (don’t ask me, idk)
a couple of tampons (yes, only a couple)
LOTS of hand cream
and pepper spray (even though nothing ever happens in Idaho compared to Los Angeles but i guess you never know it could be handy. it’s also pink to help raise awareness of breast cancer!)
this also wouldn’t be the first time she’s sent me weird stuff like this but hey! at least i got some cool earrings, a cute apron, and kitchen cloth! gotta love my grandma.
If you saw me you wouldn’t think I am depressed or that I self harm or that i’m suicidal. I don’t look like any of those things. That’s why nobody actually takes me seriously when I say i’ve had a bad day or say i’m feeling awful. No one actually believes my pain is real. So maybe I do make it up,maybe I just make a fuss out of nothing. I’m perfectly fine
this makes me sad cause its fuckin relevant