Tag: irl
“fuck off” comes to mind
So I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, but I got inspired to look through some old docs of mine to see if I could do, like, an Editing November. Cuz that’s a thing.
I found something that I originally intended to be a short story, and it’s currently at an unfinished 445 pages. Past me was an ambitious SOB
I did mention that I’m violently jealous that my parents saw Queen in the mid70s right
I’m currently wearing a nightgown, sweatpants, a flannel, and a beanie. I’m so fucking comfortable
God being an adult is weird. This week it meant drinking Citrus Vitamin Water because regular lemonade tasted Way Too Sweet.
What do they say about your taste buds changing every 7 years?
Throwback to the time I flirted with a lesbian who said she wouldn’t fuck me because I’m bisexual
You’re still a biphobic fuckboy
“Has anyone ever told you that your back is very sexy?” NO TELL ME MORE AND PLEASE KEEP KISSING MY NECK
Wtf. We went on a weirdly cute date (Mexican food and live music) and then went to his place and he MADE ME ART. Earlier this week he asked who my favorite Harry Potter character is and he MADE ME ART with my NAME and LUNA on it and his cats are really cute and he still thinks I have an intoxicating laugh, and he owns as many shoes as I do. He put on classical music as we were falling asleep WTF


