pigmeu

Just call me Honey Brown, sir. I'll drink to that.

So, devotion without praise, and simple truths turned scary and complicated. I'm not ready for anything other than myself. I'm not ready to give up.


I met a girl who I must have fallen in love with. She has the most perfect face and the best smile. I would stare at her during drawing class instead of the nude models, she was far more interesting to draw.

Sometimes it sucks to be half queer, nobody you want wants you back. I lived my life regreting things for too long, when I see her again, Im not just going to let her leave again.

and if that makes me a creep, so be it.