He Thinks I Came Over To Fuck Nah Imma Play With Your Cat

need someone who’s violently possessive over me right now or i’m gonna die

there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner

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drunk and in love and full of food i think only the torturer eel could harm me

im sorry but men in glasses are so slutty i physically cannot handle seeing a guy with glasses and long hair I WILL GO INSANE.