Real!!!!

I think about flowers growing in the pavement a lot, I'm so engrossed in their ability to create beauty in the grey landscape they were born into

Random revelation that I just had, the way I desire love is kind of odd, obviously people want different things in life, but something just clicked for me (because of a goddamn ao3 fic mind you). I want someone who will meet me in the middle of knowing the small things about me, and love me for them. I want someone who knows my favorite texture, and my favorite food, I want someone to know how I like my eggs, and have an analysis on my day to day behavior that originated from observational love, I want someone to want to be ingrained into my life just as I am in theirs. Sometimes I worry that I'm weird for wanting someone I feel comfortable enough to do certain things with, as if maybe I only want them for nefarious purposes (hey look, a vocab word), but I know, I truly just want someone to love me romantically for the small things about me, not just what I can provide.

I think people's ideas of romance are so ingrained with sexual desires that it's hard for me to get people to understand that I also want someone who wants me for me, not just for fun.

New York City, 1970s

Literally love getting to be a freak with my friends (not like that!), oh you have something incredibly off-putting to say? I would love to hear it! Weird ass conversation about something NSFW, I'm kicking my feet and giggling.

I stand corrected

me and the no one i pulled by doing nothing

Every time I bomb a math test I consider suicide

how to get a girlfriend no glue no borax

Pirating websites my goat

I need someone to both match my freak AND my deep desire for tooth rotting love