Walking contradiction with a soft heart, a loud mind, and a playlist darker than my sense of humor. Looking for a goth queen to emotionally devastate me and then cuddle while we ignore the outside world.
If your wardrobe is mostly black, you speak fluent sarcasm, and your eyeliner could kill a man, I'm putty in your hands
I trade snacks and cuddles for emotional instability in fishnets. Let’s romanticize our anxiety and call it art.