I JUST GOT BOYGENIUS TICKETS!!! i will be going alone, so if anyone would love to join me, message me <3
i hate him (i want him)
i hate him (i need to inject him into my veins)
gay people be like “i should come visit you” and then you’re on the couch holding each other crying over fleabag
i have not lived until i experience this
Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
- Carl Sandburg
do you still perform autopsies on conversations you’ve had long ago?
Autopsy: Thirteen Ways of Looking at Thirteen by Donte Collins






