I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive
everytime i listen to this song (3 times a day or more) i cry
being a horny slutty lesbian is one of life’s greatest pleasures
watching coming of age movies to reinstall my love for living
visiting this place at night is dangerous for a sensitive femme like me melting past her panties reading all of the filthy things i'd adore to be done on me
i love being a little freak on tumblr nobody can stop me
uni has been such a weird and alienating experience, granted i’m in my first year and it’s a huge place but it seems like everyone knows eachother and that everything is going smoothly.i went in thinking id make so many friends and feel content with my choices but my mental health has been deteriorating and my doctors (who are male and i swear that has an impact) don’t understand what im trying to say.
ramblings of an 18 year old lesbian.she/they femme
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