My name is Leor. I'm a fop and an invert. I like pretty things, baking, other men, old shit, and existential crises. I especially like it when any of these things intersect. He/him/his/himself or this thing.
~ Tuesday, July 29 ~
Don’t ask me for nudes you’ll get some kind of shit like this
(Mildly) Drunk Leor:
*wants to kiss people; will wax lyrical about old flames if prompted*
*at the slightest indication that someone doesn't know what makes Dorian Gray immortal, spends fifteen minutes loudly summarizing the first fourteen chapters of that book while walking down a public residential street at night*