.fashionista fag hag.

i just asked myself what’s more important to me: love or fame?

my immediate answer is fame.

well, sex and fame.

but honestly it’s not really fame i want, i just want to sing.

right now i’m in school and i’m in 3 choirs and all i can think about is i wish i had more chances to sing. but really, i sing about as much as time allows me to at this point in my life.

so i don’t want to be famous, i just want enough opportunities to fill every single day with singing. 

and then i can spend my nights having sex.

that’s all i want in the world.

but that’s selfish, and there are other things i want……

but sex and singing feel the best.

the benefit of being with a man my age is that they say things like “that was the best head I ever got.”
the benefit of being with a man who is relatively older is that I say things like “that was the best head I ever got.”

I shouldn’t be sleeping alone tonight.
but I also shouldn’t be catching feelings. good thing I have him fooled.

oops. sex.

i want to wear something cute tomorrow.

what says “i’ve been at a museum all day”

but also says

“you should fuck me once or 12 times. again.”

?

je ne veux demain jamais.

je veux demain maintenant.

j’ai peur et je ne peux pas attendre.

les mots mentent, mais les corps toujours dirent la verite.

i should probably have bought condoms while i was at walgreens but i felt guilty about doing that with the family credit card. so i didn’t.

*flips hair*

tumblr just makes me want to post naked pictures of myself.

sometimes it’s really really difficult to fight this urge.

why/how does tumblr do this to me?

Tyra Sanchez’s son Jeremiah is the spitting image of this guy I used to let put his dick in me. that’s all.