I’m Yearning. Someone Sedate Me Please.

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.

said something one time and someone heard it. absolutely mortifying

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

let’s play a game. I stand in front of your car and you run me over.

i plan on walking into the woods and never returning soon. btw

prolonged eye contact and unspoken sexual tension

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