~they see me scrollin', they hatin', they try to catch me writin' dirty~ I'm Dei,
I've been struggling with depression and extreme anxiety since I was quite young. Grumpy lesbian. I have a rather odd variety of interests. I have a hard time saying it, but I like to think of myself as an artist.
Talk to me. P.S. I'm working on my theme right now, this is really just to keep me going until I have a new one.
She called me a cutie and now I’m wiggling around in bed like an idiot, fucking hell.
What steps do I need to take to become someone who gets to hold baby bats on regular basis?
As an avid yaoi reader, I feel we should be talking about the fact that in a lot yaoi, they have no idea how butts work, at all.
You can’t just shove it in there without consequences.
"It hurts" is NOT "Fuck me harder."
And assholes are NOT self lubricating.
I repeat, assholes are NOT self lubricating.
This is a short, incomplete list, but will never stop being relevant.
ASSHOLES ARE NOT SELF LUBRICATING.
Living in California: Is this an earthquake or is my cat scratching a flea on the windowsill?
I’ve been dying for an awful long time.
I’ve been dying for my entire life.
I’ve been in pain since the beginning, and I cannot believe it will change in the end.
My life span is short, too short, but also incredibly long.
I have loved ones, I do, please do not mistake their absence as the reasoning behind my illness.
I would be missed if I were to leave, I know that.
I would be regretful to be going.
I do not want to leave, but it hurts all the more to stay.
I wish, and I pray, I and beg for peace, but perhaps I will never know it.
I cannot leave, I cannot stay, I am in the limbo of my body, my mind, and my spirit.
My knees tremble, and my muscles ache.
I pull and fray, I bleed, I cower.
I believe that I wasn’t meant for this world.
I feel as though my heart and blood were instead supposed to belong to a much more gentle time.
A place much different in pace and feeling.
This world is too hard and hurtful for my spirit.
This world is not my domain.
This world is for someone greater than I, one with more acceptance and less passion.
Someone with the ability to act instead of watch.
But, I cannot leave, and I cannot stay.
I told my 92 my grandma that I was gay today expecting her not to understand, but all she said was “Well, women are more interesting, anyway.”
Even my teacher thinks I need to get laid, this is getting pathetic
I would give my left testicle to see the model picking in project runway again
so my mom may or may not have caught me taking selfies of my arm muscles in the bathroom