i undressed for this, because this honeysuckle is on my upper thigh. i got it after i finished my thesis about the sound and the fury because the phrase “drowned in the odour of honeysuckle” ran around my brain for two years:
ugh thighs
and this picture’s bad but i’ve melted onto my bed and can’t move, so there’s some daisies i got the first time i went to nyc, an eric carle bee that i got a year or so into working at the library and the ampersand on my wrist which is, like. a don’t stop living kind of metaphor.
i got the last two from a super talented artist who i have a dumb crush on and this partially inspired the thing where girl!matt gets turned on while getting a tattoo in my kinky lesbians fic
also features my healing bruise from escaping a dress i got stuck in last week
and re: kissing, uhhhhmmmmm it’s just a very instinctual thing happening in my brain but, like, slow lazy possibly gropey kissing might be best for my situation rn
oh my god, they were roommates 