Darling, please

who wanna be friends with drawbacks

me to myself: why do you talk

god I'm such a slut for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce *decides it’s inaccurate to refer to myself as a slut in light of my minimal sexual activity* if The Enemy discovered my ardor for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce, they would gain a significant strategic advantage

in my horny and slut era (on the verge of mental breakdown, begging to be held and never abandoned ever again)

i have wild sentences roaming through me at all times

Anyways.. I’m gonna start slamming myself into walls for fun

what are three thousand things you associate with me

i want to undo your armor ties with my teeth

they should invent a high ponytail that doesn’t give me a headache and they should invent a low ponytail that doesn’t make me look like a miller’s apprentice going off to enlist in the continental army

be a little fruity. coward.

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it