I need to correct myself on that previous Remus pretty boy tag. I haven’t been emotionally over some greasy guy I met in the circle pit at the Sum 41/Simple Plan concert two months ago. Greasey bleached blond mullet, this sickass patched vest, a gnarly patchy mustache like god didn’t want him growing it, lanky and just barely surviving the pit. Oh so very grunge and I am so in love with him. My taste in “pretty” is questionable at best.

I would post more anaroceit things if only they weren’t so out of character and weirdly specific to me and my experiences with my partners and did not fit those assholes, we just project on them due to admittedly tragic character flaws within ourselves.

Oops. That was embarrassingly premature of me. 🫣