bae: I love you me: I love…….that concept
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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bae: I love you me: I love…….that concept
fuck yall with your “i want hickies and to nap with him and make out in the bath <3 relationship goals” posts. you know what i want? a smoothie and immediate death.
I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.
Susan Sontag, from I, etcetera: Stories (via endlos-endlos)
farrya replied to your post: why do i feel lonely without you here? i don’t…
no. i just said that i do not like you.
“Riiiiight, of course.” He’s winking. Again.
“why are you doing that.”
Elderwood Kindred [revisited] by VegaColors
Kindred
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski (via doll)
❝ …so wait—you’re staring back, does that mean you like what you see, too? ❞
“no,” she states simply. that’s what she was telling herself, at the very least.
cuz i'm likin' what i see.
she just stares at him, silent.
B)
why he look at her like dat.
They Are Coming | Nise -
i am, as the poets say, a mess