Madeline is now employing this grammatically incorrect website of tumblr. You're welcome.
A chronicle for my immeasurable fascinating dysfunctions, neuroses, emotions, inner children, moments of shame and doubt, projection, self-loathing, misanthropy, and completely normal insanity, because the only difference between me and the rest of the population is that I acknowledge how crazy I am and they're all in mind-numbing denial.
I hate it when adults use the term “sexually active.” What does that even mean? That like I deactivate someday? Or is this some sort of permanent state of being?