All I Do Is Yearn And Be Sleepy

hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

night . because if it was a good night i would be in her bed whimpering rn

I hope you all get laid soon, for your own mental health

I need to be a good girl for you so fucking bad it’s pathetic

prolonged eye contact and unspoken sexual tension

puppy's gonna need a smoke and a drink and a solid brick to the head ok?

I’m yearning. Someone sedate me please.