Feminine urge to draw Ataru cry
I haven't hurt him for a while

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Feminine urge to draw Ataru cry
I haven't hurt him for a while
I can bring out trash
I feel sick because I feel designed to be loved by a woman. For her to kiss my nose and let her hair brush against my face. To watch her laugh at me. To let her. To be tangled in her so closely that we just melt because we are the same. But we are not. She is fire and I am ice.
Her touch would ruin me.
And yet, I feel designed to love a woman. To press kisses to her jawline and write lovely letters to her in my finest cursive. To trace her gently with poems and paint and my bare hands. To hold her, to remind her that beautiful and disgusting are one and the same sometimes, and that the worst of her will not deter me from being there. Being hers. Her blemished body is perfect. Her heart is messy and true. If she’d have me, I’d memorize every inch of her. Mouth along to her childhood stories when she tells them to our friends. See her in every little thing that makes me smile. My love, my love, I don’t know you. I’m not allowed to. You are fire with a dancing gaze and I am ice with a hardened heart.
You would ruin me.
i should be a dragon id make such a cool dragon id be all spooky and live off in the mountains or deep underground and dispense wisdom and be awesome
microdosing on my glen powell era by watching set it up 10 times in a week
You know that part in Easy A where Emma is like on a mad sewing rampage and her dad walks in and is like.... ... Yeah well. That just happened.
Except there is also a cat trying to swing from my lights.
Is it sad that I take petty delight in the fact that this dumb slut my ex hooked up with is being advertised as a discount hairdresser?
I only know this because my full-price hairdresser (whom I've been going to for seven years) actually works at the same salon. That dumb slut joined the team last year after all the drama went down and it's a simple reminder that the lesbian community in Toronto is itty bitty.
Cause we're not just normal tourists...