~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. I have a rather odd variety of interests.
Talk to me.
Nipples are crazy, you play around with them and they end up becoming hard.
Just like my heart.
*me talking to my sister*
Me: I don’t think mom likes that I draw a lot of nudes.
My sister: Why?
Me: I don’t know, she just gave me this really disapproving look last time I showed her one.
My mom: MAYBE I JUST DON’T LIKE LOOKING AT NAKED PEOPLE FROM MY REPRESSED CHILDHOOD, OKAY?
Hey maxkirin I found out that I look like a goth dandelion from my phone’s point of view. I’m making art and taking selfies and I love you to pieces!
So it’s 3am and I’m just looking at cute lesbian couples and thinking about how lonely I am.
DFAB already has fab in it, no matter where we land on the gender spectrum, even if the universe slipped up and got your sex completely wrong, we’re still fucking fabulous.
Does anyone else’s cats remind them that they’re fat when they step on your stomach and are like “oh no, someone left this dough out, I better fucking knead it” and proceed to massage their internal organs?
I’ll stop taking selfies when I start loving myself so hold on to your fucking hat it’s gonna be a long ride
I love it when people change to italics mid-word because like they could be making a point or slippingg into the next goddamn dimension