the circulation of a woman from her bed to her bathroom to the corridor to her bed again. the orthodoxy of waiting

She am beautiful, and I is beautiful too. She, no.. I, wish to be with her. I mean wishes, and me, whatever . She is, and I am, mixed up. She am, and I is, jumbled together . When my hands, or are they hers, touch, our hands become each others, forever

it’s rum and codeine saturday

they’re making a brazilian girl blush

there really are so many worlds out there

I gave vague instructions to the hairdresser and they left me looking like non binary demi lovato

what if we stop calling it ‘foreplay’ and just called it for what it is, which is sex

Found old phone

i hate mennnn soooiol muuuuuchhhhh i hate meennnnn i haaaaateee themmm I hate themmmm i hate men

Time yawns

I can’t today sorry I have to feed my tamagotchi

I start to have suicidal ideation if I feel stupid for more than 30 seconds

Walked aimlessly through B&Q for what seemed like an hour pushing this empty trolley looking confused as fuck

Relapsing on twitter because my real life friends hate me

I want an ugly little creature to show up at my door so I can take care of it. So ugly and repulsive that every time I look at it, I feel like crying out of pity. And there will be no solution to the problem. It will get worse every day. Only after many years will it die

I think open relationships are disgusting, worse than casual sex, what feels good is precisely the fantasy of romance, writing the person, writing to the person, putting words in their mouth. it is supposed to be tragic

the problem with road signs is that they never tell the whole story