(bangs fist on table) i want him sweaty, whimpering, overstimulated, moaning, sniffling, twitching, squirming, whining, gasping, bucking his hips, drooling, begging (swipes papers onto the floor)
NOW
i dont “have ptsd” that’s all just the wizard’s curse
evan: a lot of people might not know this but i’m ambidextrous
james: that’s what’s up evan love who you love bro!! 🙏🏳️🌈
in another life, I would have loved nothing more than to kill people with hammers with you
i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive
Loser girls we will prevail
laid up in bed googling normal things like have i ruined my life. is it too late
blood as a fashion statement u either get it or u don’t
bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood
there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.
She is the poem - June Bates