PANIC

what if you left a scar on my face for me to remember you by. what if it was so clean cut, straight, simple, that there was no question that it came from a scalpel in a steady hand. what if I had to lie to everyone about it for the rest of my life and say something that’ll make them all think im stupid and insane like “yeah, I did it to myself” all because I could never bring myself to tell on you

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

I hope when I interact with your blog, you think of me as a some kind of creep and stalker who is perving on you

please be perverted about me in these trying times

medical malpractice? not to me. not if it’s you.

Who wanna tell me im a pretty little fag for pride mounth

I wasn't born to casually date. I was born to melt into one with the love of my life until you cant tell us apart and we haunt the same grave for eternity.

do u wanna go out to the lake and hold hands