Today sister told me she scrubbed her asshole with my toothbrush once when I made her mad. She doubled down for like 20 min but at the end of the convo said she was joking…I’m not sure what to believe

this feels like it could be the start of something eventful

my life mission is to make straight girls confused. nothing more, nothing less.

Bruh Am I seriously tearing up whenever a faint, distant small memory from childhood floats up into my brain / will it (ever) be enough for me to (feel) love through others' love?

I think I’m so terribly lonely that I’ve convinced myself that this solitude, this aloneness is what I need more of. My standards for relationships are so high and yet my reminders to myself that I should take it easy have brought little… what is it with me, laughing and sighing as I tap through online acquaintances’ Instagram stories, living vicariously through them, telling myself that this love that I’m chasing is possible alone