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puppy bf summer

sorry everyone I have to go sit in the sun about this for awhile.

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure

if bachira asked me to quit my job and travel the world with him i’d simply say yes

Don’t mind me, it’s just that there is something so dangerous about the way you look when you're just existing in a room. You could be doing the most mundane thing—reading a text, adjusting your collar, looking out the window—and my heart just does this terrifying, desperate plunge because I realize there isn't a single version of my future that makes sense if you aren't standing in the middle of it, letting me love you.

which of your f/o(s) is most into giving love bites and which is most into receiving them?

sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough

i know everyone says they hate being online and i understand why and i get it and its bad and everything but (whispering like i'm at a sleepover) i actually really like being online