February 2012
I had a dream last night that I was dating a dog. It was my friend Justin’s dog. It’s like the cutest dog ever, but still. I was dating a fucking dog. Like he took me out to the mall and bought me cute shoes and shit. But still, he was a fucking dog. Like a legit fucking dog, and I’m a fucking human and I walked around and let it buy me shit and I cuddled with it and I held...
i only have to fall asleep one more night without kissing my boyfriend goodnight
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via transformfeminism)
