what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
- Me half the time: I just want to cuddle up with you and watch cute movies and look into your eyes and tell you I love you and kiss you lots and then fall asleep in your arms.
- Me half of the time: I just want to rip off your clothes and get pushed against the wall with my arms pinned up and make out and push you onto your bed and we can fuck the shit out of each other, ok.
my days are dull and repetitive
moments of happiness turn to moments of slightly less sadness
life now feels as a sad circle and i don’t know how to escape