Man I Just Want My Man.

really, if you think about it, im all of your guy’s evil twin

i saw the book moby dick and my first thought was “moby dick. more like move ure dick im gay”

the only salad dressing id ever need

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everyone should be jealous of me.

i have found starlight and he likes holding me.

we are always enough.

there are those who will say we will never be enough.

But the truth is we were always more than enough. And they hate us for it.

are we tired? fuck ya

what do we want? sLEEP

when do we want it? *ETERNITY*

if you see this give me attention

i need it

any use i had for my sanity is gone now.

Time to get funky.

a glass phoenix that explodes and turns into sand when it dies

now i wanna just sort of finally find someone to talk to- to connect to. It’s just weird being on my own so frequently, aching to be loved and understood, but being terrified of actually connecting to someone. As i told the color green, if you allow yourself to be loved then you also open yourself up to vulnerability. And survivors of ab*** just don’t have that luxury.