An Uncategorized confession
I don't want people to love me. I don't like relationships. I don't like telling people I love them or anything like that. what I do want is a guy...tall, skinny, wasted. with blond hair and sea blue eyes. one that wants to lick blood off my fingernails when i'm sleeping and always wears an orange jacket. i hate orange. i want him to love pop tarts and coffee and cigarettes and love lying in the snow. one with slightly chapped lips and who doesn't give a shit. one that cusses like a motherfucker but sweet and careful. one that saunters and feels like he has something better to do. one with no attachments to life. but there's no one like that.
