will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me
introducing my new therapy where you take shallow and ragged breaths like a terrified beast
(when she says she likes to be degraded) you are dust and to dust you shall return
saltwaterhoney
“I want to tear up the earth until I find you,”
— Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Elegy,” wr. c. January 1936 (via violentwavesofemotion)
it's okay to write me love letters and make me personalised playlists every week. normalize it.
Here's an article talking about their new setup, tl;dr when you make an account you get two personally-assigned secret domains to help prevent it getting taken down by domain seizure. Don't share them with anyone!
so... what is our relationship? you burning oceans? do you think i look like a sepia photograph? would you care if i got expelled? how much do i remind you of a lampshade? let me kiss you for funzies? gonna scare the shit out of me in a hole? roadtrip into the sunset? do i make you quiet? let me throw ya out a window? i n e e d answers here
girls will be like “if i was a geographical feature i would be a selenite cave” and you’re just supposed to be able to figure out what that means
autotono
What’s not clicking
what the fuck do you mean “overstimulated” I acted like that because I absorbed all the noises and stress and textures from the grocery store because I’m an empath
*guy who hasn't eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die