i think i need to be slut shamed. not in an erotic way, but more like a "get your life together" way.

idk what it is, but every time i find out a guy i'm interested in has a cat for a pet, i second guess my judgement of character and preferences in men. it's like those dudes who drink matcha and listen to clairo

am i annotating an original AO3 fic rn? who knows? it's practically an erotic psychological fantasy thriller at this point, and i'm obsessed :)

if i could be attractively funny, that would be great right about now

my algorithm thinks i'm in a relationship. wrong. i'm doing an anthropological study of horny, freaky men.

i think i'm addicted to attention oh no

i know this is specific, but waking up early to greet the day with guinea pigs, buying pastries, cold brew, and getting to work on time is like my ideal morning.