Ramblings, Musings, Observations and Fetishes of a bored soul
I have the retro loves... Going to foreign festivals, downloading indie movies, cooking veggie masterpieces, stayin up until sunsets, fucking men, wearing every colour of jeans available, listening to bands from 1996, travelling to countries just to taste their water, laughing at the annoying people, being proud of being me :)
I have the retro loves... Going to foreign festivals, downloading indie movies, cooking veggie masterpieces, stayin up until sunsets, fucking men, wearing every colour of jeans available, listening to bands from 1996, travelling to countries just to taste their water, laughing at the annoying people, being proud of being me :)
Someone keeps sending me sweet messages on tumblr. Anon… Anyone want to shed any light on this?
I didn’t really know how to start this post. I guess it begins with being afraid. Being afraid of not being good enough or thin enough or as muscly as other guys. These are things I’ve always dealt with and I exist in a category I guess you could call ‘average’. We’re not super thin or super buff…
Joe. You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
Aint nothing average aboutcha beautiful :D
