I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair
Your smile is my medicine, your love is my cure.
I dreamed of your lips
and the taste they would carry
before I kissed them.
you can pretend like i dont exist but i still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
To every exbitch out there
Everything I’ve never done, I want to do with you.
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
twinkle twinkle little star
why is art so fuCKING HARD
twinkle twinkle little FUCK
I give up.
This is my anthem
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She could fade and wither - I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.