One of my fears

I do,” I say, looking into his eyes.

you have to tell him sometime.  you cant keep this secret any longer, i think to myself as we kiss and cameras flash

i have to tell him, its now or never.  i lean away, still in his arms,

I like pineapple on my pizza

the cameras stop flashing. smiles disappear and his arms drop from around my waist. a dog whines somewhere in the distance.  He looks in my eyes with a horror i never imagined id ever see

what have i done



a few days ago bf told me that a couple years ago when he played counterstrike he would respond to dudes getting angry and aggressive and hostile by saying “a kissaroo from me to you” in a slightly goofy friendly voice sort of like the voice you’d associate with a dog muppet.  he said they would absolutely lose their shit every time, insisting things like “i dont want a kissaroo from you!  only tall blonde girls!”.  they always said kissaroo.  i cant stop thinking about this

i need to hear this


Reblog if you would date a robot. I’m not a robot I’m just asking for a friend. I have skin.





is it your own skin though? As in you grew it, on your own body, from birth?

This skin was grown yes. On a human body. That is mine. I’m not a robot

Ok ok I’ll believe you… If you first tell me what this says:


I don’t need to prove myself to you how dare you, I love breathing oxygen