Aho onna!


I just want my damn hand held & my neck kissed.

Teaser Rewind: D.O.


Time to play the most patriotic of games: was that a gunshot or a firework?


I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.

Sometimes people will see what I write and ask if I “need to talk”
I’m not crying out for help
I’m burying the body.

Yves Saint Laurent, 1971


Yves Saint Laurent, 1971

This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul.
All Cowboys Need Pretty Girls (via forlornes)