I bought myself pastel pink nail polish and a tank top that says "Spread Pride" and has a picture of a piece of toast with rainbow jam being spread on it and I'm running around telling myself I'm handsome
when people say they used to have a fake boyfriend/girlfriend and you're all "b+tch i still got one of those. his name is frickin atherton and hes hot af. boi treat me right, aint no lie."
hes so hot that he doesnt even have a name thats a real name