Alicanen

Rip Diane Selwyn you would’ve loved Naked in Manhattan by Chappell Roan

> *I’m not perfect, I’m nothing.* I think this is a perfect example of how anxiety will make you try to remove all your inner and outer flaws to attain an ideal self. But that ideal self does not actually exist. It’s only the absence of our real self. We don’t become better, just less.

Never trust a guy with a pet snake, who drinks too much milk, has four jesus statues in his room and listens to Beethoven