there's blood in my body and it sounds like this:

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

why would u want 2 b the most fuckable person in the grocery store when u can b the most 'buying groceries fast and going home' person in the grocery store

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

they call me the information withholder for reasons i won't get into

the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this