i am buttcheeke

the second i realize that i love someone is the same second i find myself rationalizing my ardent desire to go through their grocery list with them. like please tell me why you hate the rain or how your organize your closet or how your mother taught you to make chicken over low heat in the pan and how you’ve been preferring sleepy time tea before bed im listening and i love you

the idle emotes boys do when you leave them alone KILL me like fym you’re pretending to be in the batting cage. you’ll never make it pro. you’re nothing

and you know what? if you want me to love your female characters as much as the male ones give them a personality other than “sweetest girl alive” “muscle mommy” “evil irredeemable bitch” or “the sassmaster 3000”

i need to be beaten senseless w the triple t stick

men like me because i’m easily pegged as a manic pixie dream girl and because i gently invalidate their beliefs that no one cares about men in a futile attempt to steer them away from black pill content (my boots on the ground approach of dealing with the hurt and trauma caused towards women dealt by the manosphere). women manipulate me easily. and i do not think of fish

coworker and i listened to butter by bts 20 times on loop during hell shift not including mv streams and picked bts biases. mine is jungkook.