unfortunately i am both Tom Sawyer and the fool he tricked into painting that fence

them old farts are proud pedophiles

a man born in the 40's told me i'm too old for him today

if my boss doesn't open this damn door i stg

a frame of reference is very important to me

reality nibbles on my pussy lips

i would like to be in open conversation with the sky i wouldn't mind the flowers having time for me and for the trees to touch me so intimately

sleep deprivation is way more fun when i'm in control of it

like i know everything will get better eventually and i am trying to find small moments of joy in my life but i am very miserable in between those small moments

oops all work

men who can't drive well can't fuck well fyi

i come from a long line of stubborn idiots