

Feeling the need to go out and live life weighing on me like a brick on my chest
diaryposting. Yearning. NSFW
I went through a few years of rough depression and I feel like I lost my it factor in that time. I lost my charisma. I lost my fun. I lost being hot. I need to be hot again. I need a twink to feel my biceps again. Things have been getting better but I need more.
More mosh pits. More slutty outfits. More muscle. More grinding on a dance floor. More psychedelics. More makeout sessions.
More. More. More. More. More. More. It runs through my head like a speed demon feeling the need to floor it on an empty desert highway.
More. More. More. More.











10/10 why would I deceive you?
Venus and the three graces presenting a gift, 1486





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