is it too late to call on male friends? it feels like a platonic booty call. I’m only using you for your fit conversation. I don’t care about your body. just a casual mindfuck please.
only if we’re drinking.
I am drawing shit pictures of loved ones. So sue me. There vague resemblance symbolises my love for them, awful but effulgent.
I just like the way he says, and when you move me everything is groovy.
