I’m in a weird mood. I called btd this morning, stupidly, to wish him a happy birthday. It was intended to be a sweet gesture but ended with me crying. Of course. Because everything with btd ends with me crying. Fucking aye.
After 9 years I got my way. Yay? I dunnoooo. I hope it didn’t fuck up shit. I really would be bummed to lose a friend, tattoo artist, and new fuck buddy all at once. :/
Arghhhh time to make the cakes