I want summer to be over so soup season can come back! But, that’s litteraly the only reason.. I just love soup.
Whether or not you care. I like tattoos, piercings, hair, food, nature, longboarding, space, literature, astrology, the ocean, fancy mixed drinks, scars, animals, poetry, men, clothes, facial hair, risky situations, beer, mohawks, naturally beautiful women, solitude, water, punks, biking, ska, getting wasted, having sex, climbing trees, skinny dipping, baking, and moshing (just to name a few). Generally, I don't give a fuck, and will rant about pointless matters.
Please know that if you date me, I am a very touchy person. I will like to pet your head and hold your hand, rub your shoulders or hug you a lot. Simply put, to physically feel you in some way is very comforting to me and I can’t really apologize for it, it just feels natural to me and makes me happy.
Me me me me me
I hate that I am this human.
There is nothing glamorous about mental illness.
I can not trust anything my mother says, I don’t even know who she is anymore. Her mental illness has created a person that I can’t stand. She makes up stories and makes herself the victim of her own destructiveness. I love her, but I genuinely dislike her with all my being, all at once.