i have no rizz. just big eyes and emotional problems.

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

you may have noticed that my blog is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my tag game is weaker by the day. this is commentary on the chaos of modern existence

[texts back three years later] haha not much what about you

please. just let me be the one to keep track of the freckles and the moles on your back.

please. just let me be the one to keep track of the freckles and the moles on your back.

You change, and they still love you. You become, and they still love you. They love you in spite of your monstruous nature. I am loved, accepted, do i deserve it? your love? even if i stop pretending? I am changing, let's see..