You’re going to go to Ireland and fucking find a cute person and make out with them in a library in front of a statue of some dead gay Greek fucker. Don’t even deny it! You think your fantasies are secret but they’re NOT!
Unintentional master of the awkward flirt-text, car concert solo rockstar, unabashed orange cat lover, 97% non-heterosexual, fidgety cook, aspiring something-or-other. Trying to figure out how to put myself out in the world like a message in a bottle, and not end up as pretty shards of sea glass