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there's something about your presence that tells wounded people, "you can rest here"

a lot of socializing involves performative interest and i simply do not give a shit

my kink is complete obsession and utter devotion.

“it’s all in your head” exactly… that’s the problem, how do i get it out

THE OLDER I GET, THE MORE CERTAIN I AM THAT WE KNEW EXACTLY WHO WE WERE WHEN WE WERE LITTLE, AND THEN ADULTS TALKED US OUT OF IT

i don't have abandonment issues i'm actually very good at being abandoned.

maybe your cat is meowing bc it wants a cigarette

this book tickled my balls like no other

you're an extremely insightful person and maybe that's your problem

I'm sorry I can't flirt but I can say random shit if you're into that

look at you now like remnants of stray cat on the side of the street, unknown and unworthy of a final look.