Hey. I'm Chelsea.
I'm 22. I live in Detroit. I'm a bartender. I have the cutest dog in the world. I'm just trying to figure out me.
Me existing does not directly help anyone, does not make them happy, does nothing. I am influenceless, unimportant, insignificant. I am a blemish. Rotten. No good. God save me.
why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
Here in Canada you can
Here in England we just… scream and run
Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer
Here in Australia you are the murderer
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
You’re so deep, I can’t even see you right now.