spending my twenties rotting and decaying

sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database

and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?

feels good as fuck to know no matter how dire it gets there’s another bitch with a blog going through the same god damn thing almost word for word somehow

Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.

every ICE agent could die right now and they'd all deserve it

a light within me was stamped out but im chill

"time heals all wounds" WRONG. time is chasing me with a knife

the lioness concerns herself with lesbian sex

sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar