Polkadot

Oh, darling, isn't it just the most charming little quirk? The moment a man's lips part, whether it's for a "Good morning" or a declaration of undying devotion, there's this tiny, exquisitely refined voice in my head that just... screams 'Liar.' It's not even an accusation, really. More of a preemptive, affectionate interjection. Like my soul's built-in, perpetually caffeinated lie-detector is doing the Macarena, even before the last syllable leaves his pretty little mouth. It's like a sixth sense, but for impending fibs about 'being busy' or 'just grabbing one drink.' A survival mechanism, perhaps, honed over generations of navigating the delightful complexities of male communication. And honestly, sometimes I just want to cup my hands around my mouth and bellow it across the room. Just a crisp, clear 'LIAR!' echoing in the hallowed halls of his barely-formed sentences. Not out of malice, you understand. It's on bases of consistent artistry of it all. It's almost cute, how utterly predictable they can be. Almost.

I'd rather be funny than good looking...but good thing am both, y'all stay safe tho

Digital pen pal i love you dude

Music? Im trying to ignore the horrific audio from my stomach

I could be lieing and make you think what you think is the lie.

I want to gather your skirt in my hand and run in water? Weird thought

being vulnerable is embarrassing. being seen is embarrassing. wanting is embarrassing.

Im like what if i didnt do anything

I wish I could call everyone babygirl but some of y'all would be offended.

Forever could be a second in my time lapse

the time you flirted with me for 20 seconds and i became obsessed with you forever.

i hate it when people are cooler than me in exactly the way i want to be cool

HELL YEAHHHHHHHH GRIEF AND HOPELESSNESS AND RUMINATION AND SHAME WOOOOOO

Keep that zesty ahh behavior to yourself god

I doubt the quill can even handle the absurdity, don't think the paper can understand the irony, you would laugh and call me sentimental so, I will no longer make a fool of myself. I will ask when this will end but it has passed years ago it's just me stuck in man-made cage

Watch me slowly lose my shit

only in the metaphysical sense, where nothing truly matters and yet I still overthink everything.

I do care inside. It’s just heavily guarded by sarcasm and snacks.Deep down. Like, really deep. Might need a shovel.

the home I miss isn’t a place? It’s a time when my life made sense. When things made sense.