fix your hearts or die

kneeling down beside my bed and folding my hands and closing my eyes: dear god please let me have some gay sex soon and also maybe let me win the lottery so i never have to get a job again. okay goodbye i mean amen

(guy who doesnt even like dating) ok well does anyone want to get entranced by my whole deal or no.

everybody wanna be the most groomable palest lolita chokeable sexxxxy baby in the world ….who gonna be the Grown Women with agency?

Whats the deal with the shambling corpse thats been following us for weeks

t shirt that just says thats not what the fuck i meant

whenever i find myself craving my bosses approval i angrily scream at myself in my head what the fuck is this sex or something it’s a desk job cunt!! and then it gets me normal again

women deserve to be ugly. and by that i mean they should be allowed to have conventionally "unattractive" features and not be treated as lesser for it. women should be allowed to be fat and lanky and tall and short and have scars and physical differences and stretch marks and cellulite and acne and wrinkles and hair on their faces and arms and legs and armpits and maybe even be a little stinky and gross sometimes. and this should be normal

love when hot women in their thirties are blogging with me. like that’s the hottest thing we can do.