hey everyone, i have a girlfriend, and i love her n stuff, and i want chicken strips for lunch. also, im listening to that 90s song, thats like “How bizarre how bizarre” where hes like marveling about all these things happening in his life that are bizarre, and i was like, thats like a timeless…
Women are capable of pursuing lust under the camouflage of love undetected, yet a man who loves is always perceived as a lustful liar with hidden intentions, that is to be mistrusted.
im such a fucking jealous asshole i pretend like i dont care but i care so much im gonna explode
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
ok new rule: if you’re gonna call me “cute” you have to specify whether you mean “cute like a little girl/baby animal” or “cute enough to bang mercilessly”