it’s 11:26 and im in a completely different country and i want to go back home to see you even though im the last thing on your mind
when straight girls take pictures of themselves kissing their female friend on the cheek and caption it “lol we’re such lesbos/dykes/lezzas” or some other lesbophobic slur
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
who wants to hire me as their maid i’m not gonna clean im just gonna wear a cute maid outfit dust like 6 things and bend down a lot
wonder what it’s like to be dead but i wouldn’t know cause i’m dead