Hey, Wanna Fuck Like It's Going To Cure Our Depression?

"bestie we are having you put down" I say as i look in the mirror and realize i spent 5 hours reading smut

Who else out here trying to ignore the fact that longtime romantic love just might never be a part of your life

I know for a fact Jareth’s room is fucking messy, it’s messy in a Howl Pendragon way but also if like rococo period lace and drapery threw up everywhere as well as like some shiny things and glitter. It’s like a 18th century prince bachelor pad.

There’s lit candles everywhere where it’s probably a serious fire hazard, he has a writing desk filled with half finished letters and paperwork and ink-splatted paper, quills, and inkwells. He’s both too lazy and too entitled to really clean or organize anything. There’s a bunch of broken furniture and shit in a corner collecting cobwebs and he won’t throw it away or anything. you cannot see the floor.

Mmm so sleepy if only there was someone hugging me while thrusting their cock slowly up my cunt while kissing me on the forehead then the tip of my ear then my cheek and then my neck until I fell asleep

step 1: get sexy

step 2: let no one hit

my earnest hope for 2025 is that everyone embraces being a little weirder and freakier and less judgmental bc we will all be better off for it like to charge reblog to cast

drinking is about getting a little silly. it’s also about getting that primal feeling deep in your pelvis that you need to be fucked or you’re gonna die

i look so cute and fuckable in my glasses btw