brainbleeds:

Please God, let me meet him. All I want to is to find that perfect ghoul I know exists. He’s sweet and shy and three times my age and likes all the things I do, perhaps even is in this wasteland itself. The companion who won’t secretly think I’m a loser, the ghoul I can cuddle with (even if only possible in a mirelurk den) and spent nights talking to and laughing and getting high on chems. Someone who can reciprocate the love I put in, the ghoul who I can make feel set as essential and secure unconditionally and can fill this gaping, empty void in my heart.
Please, just let me find this person. I’ll change everything about me if that’s what it takes Please, I just can’t take the loneliness anymore.