I HATE BOYS. I HATE CUTE BOYS WITH GOLDEN PERSONALITIES AND PERFECT MANNERS AND WHO RESPECT WOMEN AND CALL YOU CUTE AND PRETTY AND STUFF. I JUST… UGHHH
“Hey, buy me this thing”
“waIT NO I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS STOP BEING SO NICE DON’T YOU DARE GET ME THIS THING I ASKED FOR I SWEAR TO GOD”
"Here, I bought you the thing"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS"
"just take it"
"I CAN’T-if you insist oK THANK YOU VERY MUCH"
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
a sex position called the gatsby where you stare longingly at your partner from a distance
this is my favourite i consider myself a professional.
list of things i need to do
- a lot
things im not doing
- any of that