I check your blog religiously every day. Your words sink into me like a knife.. some hurt but somehow still validating. I would never be your type, but the idea that id be a nothing for you and being in the background to serve you and the prettier girls and staying out of your way is a fantasy I play in my head. (Listen I know it’s messed up, but this is what my single submission day dreamy brain goes to). And the few recent more violent posts had me 🥺 like that. Which goes to show how far I’ve sunk. I guess all I can say is thank you for being a safe space.. a really messed up unsafe safe space.
You want to know my type? Girls who know they aren’t my type, who know they will always be tethered to me by the thinnest possible thread, and yet cling to that string for dear life. Girls who know what’s right for them, even when they’re not right for it. They’re sweet.
For even the least among you may have her love accepted. 🙂