I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me.
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked.
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.
Drawing Style in Japan. Ya know. Gotta have my priorities straight….or gay. Whatever.
is “still looks really cute after crying” a good resume bullet point