Too pissed off to post sexy tonight.
Seriously, how the fuck is somebody like Rick Santorum doing so well? I am literally in awe that we’re just letting him, gosh, I don’t know, exist.
Sorry I have so many feelings. Ugh.
cigarette
Followers: Suddenly, there’s a ton more of you. I don’t even know how to begin to understand this. It’s unnatural. Did I accidentally post up a nude of myself or something on here? (Tumblr followers tend to spike for people after posting photos such as those, I’ve noticed.)
Seriously, where did you all come from?
And even more seriously, welcome. Thank you for following me and my story. It’s nice to have you all around.
Um, Dacry?
I have this fairly interesting complex in terms of considering myself mature. I go through phases where I think I’m very mature, but in retrospect I realize I may have been acting very childish and as more of a caricature of maturity. Then I start thinking myself immature, until someone points out my maturity. It goes back and forth.
Yes. Yes. A thousand times. Yes. I have a terrible weakness for artistic, emotional, borderline insane women. I imagine those sorts of arrangements can never end well.
I’m starting to wonder just how many pictures of women who I want to control me I can get away with reblogging before it seems too…passé.
I just don’t even know what to say besides the fact that I absolutely want to belong to her.