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.
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.
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.