i love all the shared dissatisfaction with dating in this age and the sweetness in that bond and i also love all the people that think i need to be told the reasons why i’m weird and not hot. i know how i come off. i feel aligned in my image and u guys r funny.
men always tell me my hands look independent and worn (i actually have exceptionally soft skin). i’m tired of slinging beers. i don’t want to be strong and broadly boned.
sitting on my roof, waiting on blood test results, excited to isolate, exciting sky. so much to observe and finally i can, devoid of judgment and pressure