Take my hand. I’ll teach you how to dance.
logging on to tumblr on november 1st
Every time this butt plays me one of our favorite songs on piano or bass, i feel like my heart just like takes like the best shit of its life or something.
before tumblr i spent the same amount of time on the computer but i seriously cannot recall what i did
whenever i get low on money i start thinking really irrationally like what if i hadn’t spent that $10 back in 2004
i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out
i just want to be touched really hard
like by a car
hit me with a car
im trying to be more positive *sheds electrons and becomes highly unstable*