love me anyway

Lowkey love the word grasp. There’s a desperation to it. You can never casually grasp something

the heated rivalry high feels so fucking crazy bc i got so used to beating a dead horse for so long that i forgot what it was like to have a living and breathing spirited young horse to run around green pastures with. i was locked up in a stall with my horse dust and bones for years and then i was let out into a beautiful field just full of free running wild horses and now i don’t even know how to act

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be someones lame ass boyfriend

I am quite fond of the character it has to be said

i bring a "technically i could do this tomorrow" energy to things that tomorrow me really resents