Guys I'm Honestly Not Gay But I'm Not Blind Either.

get to know me !

ana!!! mini denim skirts. baby pink. bisexual disaster. taylor swift. soft sweaters. libra. sneakers. books. frilly socks. daydreaming. folklore. spring lover. rafe cameron's doll. brunette. sage green. gracie abrams. autumn baby. low-rise. berets. braids. lillies. girlblogger. ellie william's best girl. sad music. pastel yellow. lace ribbons. gingham. ethel cain. polka dots. glitter. bruce wayne's sugar baby. sabrina carpenter. in my 20's. pretty princess disorder.

all i have is my virginity and my tumblr account

Dunno if anyone’s done this yet but hell yeah

HIS BICEPS. HIS FOREARMS. HIS WRISTS. HIS HANDS.

i love being known!! like yeah, you know my lore and my vibes!

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

i could never be famous. first chance i get, imma fuck drew starkey

do jack abbot and samira mohan need a third? im here and ready. or maybe samira and trinity need a third? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.

In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.

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The pope dying the same day as Joel miller was definitely not in my 2025 bingo card