your name tastes like poetry on the tongue. the letters slip through my lips like warm honey that soothes the throat.
Okay hear me out- when boys.. when they.. when they...when...when
I love men so much, fat men, hairy men, tall men, men with beards, men with acne scars, disabled men, soft men, feminine men, sensitive men, men of color, quiet men, loud men, silly men, passionate men, short men, men with wide hips, men who read, men who are advocates, men who cry, men who love animals, blue collar men, men who love flowers, and men that love poetry.
Screaming at me won't solve anything.
It won't make me change my mind
It won't help me get better
It won't push me to improve
The only thing it will do is just make me want to die more than i already do.
Stop fucking screaming at me
realizing that all my boiling anger and murderous intent over the slightest mishaps are not, in fact, "oopsie daisy moments" i just have bpd rage
if life doesn’t get better soon
why is finding a sugar daddy so fucking hard, i’m adorable why can’t you just give me money >:(
i can’t explain how bad i need to see you and hug you so tight
