i knew it was love
when i came home crying
thinking of you fucking other girls

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Romania
seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Romania
seen from Romania
seen from Argentina

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Pakistan
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
i knew it was love
when i came home crying
thinking of you fucking other girls
i am filled with hope and longing
hello i'm mary!
20
femme lesbian
used to be overlyconfidentagavenectar
intro post sorta in the works
will be posting:
• music stuff
• lesbian things (butchfemme and history)
• random books i read and other things of that nature
• myself and friends! the places we go 💜
tags i'll be using lots of:
#thinking- thought
#remembering- future reference
#photo album-
#pictures of me- less than you'd think
#burn list- any time i put songs
gonna get back into writing poetry because what else am i supposed to do with anything
the night of the harvest moon i went for a walk with the girl i like. it was a fairly clear night but by the time we were headed back there was a fog so thick we couldn't see very far in front of us. i played her harvest moon by neil young because she hadn't heard it and she didn't have much to say and it was a really weird and quiet night and she left to go to sleep when we got back inside and the whole rest of the week was weird and quiet too
a couple nights ago though she put on a cd she had burned the weekend after our walk and the song was on it and it's making me lose my mind a little bit.
your tower, a ring, the devil, my window
i miss goth night i will be back !!!!!
looked at her and she looked at me. didn't speak but i feel like we did. think it's time to focus on tree bark again. really interesting. feel funny because am not sad like want breathe out forever but like want to breathe in and in and in and there's never enough. every breath though is beautiful and fascinating and it makes me feel alive.