Il me reste quelques battements pour faire ce que je fais de mieux

please dont be so perfect right in front of me.

'my love' 'my darling''sweetheart' 'baby' oh god

me trying to give myself a pep talk:
*leaning on the bathroom sink looking in the mirror*: you're gonna do that cause what other fucking choice do u have?

slut (lovingly)

i'm cringe nd that's okay

i just wish I could learn every language and all the histories and arts and philosophy... but i only have one brain and it is small and malfunctioning

i could never be a therapist bc a man would come to me and be like "i fantasise about hurting women" or "i hate my wife" and id just manipulate him into killing himself

[phone rings at any time of day]
me: what maniac would call me right now

can i just fast-forward to when im happy? or dead, either way its fine by me.