shrek. 16. bi. onions. mud. swamps. gross things. fuck lord farquad. fuck humans. fuck fairytale creatures. i dont need anyone but myself. i eat bugs and eyeballs i truly do not give a fuck. follow for follow.
i thought i could do it for another year… ignore valentines day and pass it off as “just another hallmark holiday without real meaning.” but as i creep up on the 30th year of my life and the 30th straight year of being 100% single, it’s finally getting to me. social media today cracks my resolve and makes me bitter and weepy. i’m aware i’m alone every other day of the year, but loneliness is rubbed in extra hard today. stuuuupid.