“Oh no please God tell me were dreaming"
Black nails, trippy poetry, good grades, bad person 1998
INFP
- them: how are you? what's up? you doing well??
- me: *finger guns*
- them: ...that's not really an answer
- me: *finger guns as i back out of the room*
me: drops pen
teacher: I take it by all this noise you’re all done?
