*phone vibrates while sitting on it*
*loses followers*
*loses friends*
*loses bobby pins and hair ties*
*loses internet connection*
*loses phone*
*loses life*
*gains weight*
sometimes my mood is ‘beyonce’
but other times its ‘white person in an infomercial’
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
pure freudian empathy