Corpse Song, Margaret Atwood

[ID: I exist in two places, / here and where you are.]

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ah yes iced coffee, the most important meal of the day

son i’m not mad that your text post only got 3 notes i’m just disappointed 

i love the taste of crunchy salt and vibrant lemon and the freshness of mint, i love the bitter taste of coffee with a hint of sweet oat milk and cinnamon, i love the smell of springtime, the fresh flower blooms and tender seedlings, the burst of colors painting into fields. i love sitting in the warmth of the sun for hours until my body melts. i love the deep breath of a new day where i may continue being. i am so thankful to move and breathe and be and love.

sleeping next to someone is so healing i miss that so fucking bad 

sext: i want to be good for your mental health

yo rough sex and cute dinner dates is what i like

this isn’t fun anymore i need a kiss

It sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okay.

gets an adrenaline rush from contributing to class discussion

— to bebe  (via hellish-daddy)

do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence