UNDERDOG

i like guys that look like they could kill you but also show you the love that you’ve always wanted

i don’t know if it’s possible for you to ever truly know me. there’s too much hurt.

something about how rereading books and rewatching films or shows feels like returning home

i want to be missed without having to leave

There’s something healing about creating a home you genuinely love being in.

i hope you find the kind of gentleman who knows when not to be gentle. someone who is possessive, in all the right ways. someone who prioritizes your safety, and never skips foreplay. undoubtedly in love. unashamedly obsessed. a love that nourishes, and reminds you of how special you are.

A comforting thought for anyone feeling stuck right now: fields have to lie fallow for a season so the soil can rest and recover its nutrients. trees look entirely dead in the winter, but underneath the bark, they are preparing for spring. you are allowed to have fallow seasons. you are allowed to be in a winter state. your productivity does not define your worth as a human being, nor does it define your talent as an artist or a creator. if the words aren't flowing, or the art isn't coming together, or you just feel tired—let yourself rest without the crushing weight of guilt. you aren't failing; you are gathering the nutrients you need for the next beautiful thing you make. 🤍

I needed this. Thank you.

Gentle reminder to not share your body with men who wouldn't politically defend it