Sir, That’s My Emotional Support Unrealistic Romantic Delusion

tomorrow is 2.2.22

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Where are your thoughts on Roe V. Wade and abortion?

born in a "can i have your snap" world when i want a letter slipped into my bag, asking to meet after school with a love confession and a movie date with coffee after on a saturday night

“Necesito vivir, no soporto que los días sean vacíos; sin compañías, salidas, sonrisas, ritmos, primeras veces.”

— Firthunands