|I'm older than I feel. Younger than my soul. I'm gay, curvy, and proud. I can go from laughing hysterically to sobbing over something, in 2.2. Follow if you think you can keep up!|
Dying? It’s okay. I’m a stage manager, so I have band-aids.
I am reading The Fault in Our Stars for the third time and I am on page 40. I am already crying my eyes out because I know what is coming. Okay?