My metaphorical report card has a big S on it for Satisfactory
I analyze my life
I hit reload to see if there are any changes
But there is still a big B stamped on my subconscious
Average.
-R. Uriu

Jimmy Eat World
Sweet Seals For You, Always

izzy's playlists!
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
todays bird

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
almost home

#extradirty

oozey mess
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@raeuriu
My metaphorical report card has a big S on it for Satisfactory
I analyze my life
I hit reload to see if there are any changes
But there is still a big B stamped on my subconscious
Average.
-R. Uriu
how about “stanning” your local library
h/t Fipi Lele
business in the front spiders in the back
lmao just tryna give someone all my time and affection bc i have a lot and sharing is caring
;)
I love the way the park smells at night- sweet flowers and cigarette smoke. A light wind breezes my neck and sweeps up to the sky, through the pine leaves that hang on branches 10 feet above my head. I imagine the wind singing to the cloudy sky, rising through the air like sirens. The scent of cinnamon and night air coat my sweatshirt. It smells familiar, but fresh. It smells dark. Sickly sweet flowers & burning cigarette smoke.
Espresso and French vanilla ice cream, that’s what this is.
tell them i was the
brightest shade of yellow and
you painted me grey
Broccoli is pretty darn great.
Eyes reminds me of waves,
The ones you can only find on CERTAIN Southern California beaches.
At least, that’s what I imagine mine look like.
An endless, ever changing, ocean that
Washes,
Crashes,
And rolls on to sandy beaches.
I lay on a bed surrounded by blank pink walls- a colour in which my six-year-old-self chose.
My house is old, but it feels ageless-
The whole town does.
My mattress is old
And it feels that way.
But I’m not complaining.
I sink into my bed
Like a diver in slow motion.
And when I can’t get any farther down physically,
My imagination takes lead-
Pulling me under the covers and into sweet dreams.
wow Heathers is so good
I may be strange, but you’re [a] stranger