I can’t even handle how much I relate to this.
deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did
one day i was just like
fuck this i’m pretty
and i was
i hate people who glorify winter there is nothing fun and cute about winter you fuckin wake up and ya piss is frozen in ya dick is that what you want you hot chocolate loving fuck
between being loved and being fucked
is I can’t remember how the first feels.
I come to bed quiet, kiss with my eyes closed,
hate how easily I touch you.
Find me the sweetest boy, with a heart
more hopeful than spun sugar on a hot day,
I will teach him the meaning of meaningless
nights. The whole time, every moment, wishing
he’d crack me open, rib by rib, to see
how I work. How I bleed.
My phone aurocorrected dysentery to “dude tart” and I think it’s the most significant thing that’s happened to me in like a month.