Take Care of Me

Watching The Favourite. Absolutely blitzed. I definitely feel like a blogger.

Total Hannah from Girls. Tavi Gevinson even. A grottier version. Sharing my new bit to Soph. Still laughing at what I made the featured image. It’s honestly gross. I love gross things. What else would I tell you about myself if you were right in front of me and I was telling you about myself?

“I could take care of you” would be a nice thing to hear from someone. I think that’s what I want. And I’m thinking a lot about what I want lately. What I really desire. But I don’t want to be lured into desire. I want to purely desire it. Not because someone told me to aim for it. And I don’t want to feel the need to win someone over anymore. Someone should win me over. Or better yet we should both just know that we could take care of each other.