Hopeless Romantic.

Hey. Lolo. 18-year-old hobbit. Some fucking awkward freak, half stupid, half suicidal and literally smaller than Frank Iero. Drawer, painter, comic&book lover, trans and Anti-fucking-homophobes. Coffee, tattoos, cats ,cloudy days and being alone. Taken by the sweetest bear ever and I adore her with all my heart and soul. Paramonster, Echelon and Killjoy till death. Half-divided soul: one part belongs to Music, the other one belongs to Art. "It's all about putting a big exclamation point at the end of your life". STAY BEAUTIFUL, KEEP IT FUCKING UGLY.

Sext:I kiss you deeply as I lay you back gently on the bed, my hands roaming up your thighs, palms are sweaty, knees weak arms spaghetti

b a d c

ignitevale:

i’ve always wanted to be one of those oversized sweater-wearing wavy haired bookish girls who drinks pumpkin lattes and takes walks through the leaves in their boots but in reality i’m a 18 ft five-headed firebreathing dragon and we don’t wear boots

b a d c

moshquitoes:

that tension between two people with the same music taste that don’t really talk to each other

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