no one will ever love you.

It's been agreed the whole world stinks, so no one's taking showers anymore.

I like things, and you like things, and we all like things, and none of these things have any impact on our lives. Let's not mention them.

elly-ann, entirely.

Pour your soul into my ask box, so I can digest it and spew it out in a puddle of irony and sarcasm.

Romantic texts I wake up to:

“I want to finger you until you are drippin wet, then fuck you doggy style for hours.”

To be fair, I do call him ‘Sex God.’