hello to all the beautiful exhausted intelligent resentful compassionate irritated women of the internet i love you

the thing is I just need to become perfect and then I’ll be loved

puts my uncomfortably wet hand on your shoulder. see here, gay boy- can i call you gay boy?

never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?

happy pride month to this post specifically

i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch

can't believe the only options are 30 minutes early or 10 minutes late. if only there were some other way. but what can you do

there is something erotic about watching someone be extraordinarily competent at something especially if they're also really passionate about it

i am full of love and also fatigue