I am a lot of things. I am a word-lover, world-lover, lover, and a world within myself. Doubt pervades me and smiles protect me. I make no sense but somehow get across. I have more than blood in my veins, but if you cut me open that is all you will see. I am not only human. We are not only human. We are more than flesh and blood and organs and instinct.

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May 22nd

I’m not sure why I still invite you places. Ask for your company when i‘m hurt or anything like that. 

That to be honest. The realization of such is like drowning.

The reality is heart breaking.

And yet still… None of it matters.







doncasturbate:

my sense of style is

“fuck im late”

“what is this”

“i love this shirt im gonna wear it for 2 weeks straight”





















heybeauty: