To this day,
my emotions are a Rubix Cube
with too many colors.
The last time
I cried in front of another human being
I apologized for making them uncomfortable.
Every time I hear “I love you”
I put a question mark at the end.
I’m an awful mechanic,
but somehow I’m still better
at fixing cars
I’ve punched holes in walls,
but the ones I’ve built around me
are still in perfect condition.
me flirting: if aliens came to our planet and demanded a perfect specimen of the human species I would give you to them
Pull my hair and bite my neck
Or just play with my hair and cuddle with me I’m not picky