if you really loved me you'd be on my doorstep with ice cream and pot.
i'm in the mood to hit on cute boys but not make fist contact. come talk to me so i can tell you how pretty you are.
apparently i'm attractive to 15yo girls which is an unsettling thing to discover when three of them flirt at you in the middle of jon & bon's while i'm watching mulan on my phone.
i'm introverted and asexual. actually, potsexual. p much just can't get in the mood sober ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭
if i'm standoffish it's 'cause you're unknown and i fear the unknown, as every good landbeast should.
i'm all about being polite, unless you're my buddy. then my endearments include 'bitch' and 'moldy old whore'.
i would say reading is a deep passion of mine, but lately i've been having a focus problem and i just can't manage to read anything longer than two paragraphs. it's really upsetting and i'm trying to fix it. i'm also learning ukulele :) poorly.
ask me anything else. seriously. ask me my shoesize. stupid questions can lead to convos and convos are da bomb.