#yuhhh

“So what happened?” Luca skips the preamble.  Vale cards a hand through his hair and squints at the sky. Searching fruitlessly for a turn of phrase that makes it sound any better than it is.  Oh, not much. I only let an eighteen-year-old sleep in my bed for a few weeks. It might be relevant that he’s wanted to fuck me since he learned what sex is. At which point in time I was probably ten years older than he is now. Then I mistook him for my ex-boyfriend and grabbed his ass and tried to fuck him. And he wanted it. And I also did. Maybe even after I realized it was him. “I think I’m going to Hell,” is what he settles for, mostly because of the laugh it earns him.

idk who tf is looking at a vent blog intro post

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IMPORTANT: I’m gonna talk a lot about sh and svicide, along with depression, anxiety, and just sad stuff. I will always tw posts though, I really don’t want people to be uncomfortable

ALSO SUPER IMPORTANT: please don’t take anything I say as advice, fact, or a reflection of my actual thoughts and opinions. Unless otherwise stated, all posts are directed at myself

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I’m Saturn or lavender. She/they, but chill with anything but he/him

I usually show myself as a plague doctor in art cus they’re cool, but sometimes a jester or dandelion or something else

Just making this to post vents and vent art. Obviously super personal, so not exactly trying to gear towards strangers on the internet, hence why I’ll be referencing personal things

if you relate to anything on here, I’m sorry, and hope you get better because I love you. I know you probably hate it when people say that, I do too, but I genuinely care for people super easily so it’s probably true 😭

stay safe <3