daylight vampire

i’m having a hard time cuz my mind is mean. i’m just as forgiving as jesus but half as trusting

ever since my baby went away It’s been the blackest day

i am hot as fuck

on the longest walk ever: fiona apple is blaring & my soul is sodden. i’m kinda-sorta looking for your keys. i’m mauling over That Guy. i’m thinking about how nibbling the thin and painful flesh of your thumb turned into pressing the pad against the interior of my jaw, into making out madly to “How To Disappear” by LDR—it just happened to come on. to abandoning my brain and going upstairs, to our most audible affair yet. i’m thinking about how that will probably never happen again. i’m thinking about the loser. i’m thinking about the bedside talk, when i asked if you thought i was retarded and you responded, “no,” then, after further self inquiry, “we both are. i had gotten the the point where i almost didn’t think of you every day.” i’m considering how unflattering your thoughts may have been. i’m barely looking for these keys. i would do it again, deliciously

uuughhhh i had a good time im gonna regret that

do u think he will comment on how skinny i am 😁