Ciele, I'm sorry. I promise I won't bother you again.

Has anyone heard about the philosophy thingy doo about a pot of boiling water, an egg, a carrot, and coffee beans? It's a metaphor for how people are affected by life, by the world. The carrots when boiled become soft and mushy, very fragile. Delicate. (1/3)

I twasn't built for this world. I'm too cute to have to deal with depression, neurotypicals, the housing market, financials, taxes, snobs, love, and other stuff.

I don't quite like sharing my opinions with people nowdays. If I share anything, someone sees it as a problem. Always. Like if I say I don't love pancakes, but I am not gonna dunk on ppl who like em, SOMEONE will always be there to say somethimg like "That's kinda pancakeaphobic"

I need to host a "make-me-flustered" contest where the winner gets 50 dollars. I'll host it right now, so uh... yeah

My lips are too pouty, I need new lips :<

Only 3 things can make me cry; 1: My way by Frank Sinatra 2: Death of a loved one 3: Being called a good boy and a pretty boy and being given affection

Twas just called a twink. I don't know how to feel.

Ciele, why did you leave me at the altar? Did you get cold feet?? TwT

Who else wants to throw it back with me in order to help the troops in the trenches (Minimum wage jobs)?