seeing pictures of men w blood on their face is like. oh man i wanna be you so bad. i wanna make out with you in a storage closet. i want to gently cradle your face and wipe the blood off with a washcloth. you are the ideal man. you are my pretty pretty princess
i’m jealous of you. you’re a whore. you’re my favorite boy . you make me sick. you’re my role model
Ough… I’m going through severe smooch withdrawal… Someone make out with me…
I’m not sure if this will come out right but:
Being loved is NOT a reward for being beneficial or useful in any way. You don’t become less deserving of being loved if you aren’t productive for a day or if you have a bad day and can’t get out of bed.
I promise. Being loved has nothing to do with how you “help” the world or those around you.
can we kiss please please please I promise you I won’t poison you again please