carpe noctem

when i was younger, an advert came on with loads of girls with thighs that don’t touch.

my mum told me never to strive to get a gap between my legs, because it’s so unrealistic and i’ll never be happy.

ever since then, i’ve wanted a gap between my thighs.

the last time i cried i wasn’t properly crying, because i was crying because of my insomnia and i didn’t have enough energy.

the last time i cried properly was over someone i used to like. they got a new girl and it was like, final closure i guess. girls are weird like that. we can move on, but still remember.

1,383. and only like 5 of you sent me messages o.o

male.

um, as long as their taller than me, make me laugh and aren’t too shy, are caring and not an utter dickhead, i’m quite happy.

i need to feel comfortable with them. so we can talk about everything. or nothing. 

ooh, this is a deep one.

i’m happy with what i’ve got. how could i not be?

slightly unfulfilled, perhaps. bored, definitely. but happy, yes.

i’m just tired. tired of a lot of things.

aw I don’t mean just them they’re wonderful haha thanks you lovely person :)