Hung out with a different bear trade friend and he kept opening the car door for me and just doors in general…
When you pull up to the func and it’s just a bunch of conservative looking cis men you’ve never met before #getmeoutofhere
Sometimes when I’m not sober I just imagine I’m laying in a man’s broad hairy chest. That’s what substances feel like to me.
I used to listen to this song in freshman year of high school and think about this senior guy who flirted with me heavily for the last week of this one theater production. Once it ended he never spoke to me again. Weird guy. Weird time.















