Boys, Booze, And Jesus

this is what GOOD PUSSY sounds like *sound of gun cocking

I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch

just because i hate me doesnt mean you can

i’ve lost my youth and young adult life to mental illness and those are years i’ll never fucking get back and it’s not poetic it’s fucking devastating

“oh ok” actually means my heart just got ripped into a million pieces but i won’t tell you because you wouldn’t care how i feel anyway

me, laying on top of my significant other: hey

me, from underneath my significant other: *wheeze* what’s up?

I was cursed with a passion for musical theatre, but the inability to sing

tonight’s mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside