can i please have a blanc surface i can scribble on please may i please plaster shit on some papirus i beg of you i think my mind is going to explode ive been rawdogginf these thoughts for a week all by myself im going insanr
Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
bruce springsteen. the patron saint of brunettes who wear jeans.
to you - rock bottom means bed rotting, isolation, staring at the ceiling all night long.
to me - exactly the same, except, i return to editing my wattpad fanfic from four years ago.
the only lana del rey coded men are 30 year old white trash construction workers and like myspace era tom hardy. no poised and conventionally attractive actor is lana del rey coded thats just not how that works
Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel
summers like. you will feel a loneliness so profound youll fear it has no end but also sometimes God will place their cooling hand on yr forehead & you will feel held for the first time
wake up babe. the roads shall forget your sins & lead you to wonderful places where you can forget your past….
the way i percieve my boss is very religious & sacred. if you even care
something that sounds weird, psychotic, or capitalist. it isn’t. he’s just godly beautiful, even lana del rey coded, if you will…. you wouldn’t understand would you
speak now tv is just perfect for some nectarines on a balcony in greece. like. cunty taylor ate that one thingggggg i swear
if the act of forgiving could be a month — it’d be august