I can’t do “maybe”, Sky. This is important.
Relax. I just looked at the calender. It's definitely that, okay?
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I can’t do “maybe”, Sky. This is important.
Relax. I just looked at the calender. It's definitely that, okay?
Well, today has been shit. How many more days of school again? I think I’m going to start a countdown.
Tomorrow, all of next week. Then I think we're done. Maybe.
Looks like it.
Kendall, it’s nice to meet you!
It's nice to meet you, too.
Why've we not met before?
spencerhi replied to your post: Journal
UM OUCH
U LITTLE SHIT
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And, let the record show that I've dealt with some confusing feelings before.
It just doesn't make sense to me. One day, we'll be practically screaming at each other. The next, a bitter argument. Repeat the screaming. Cold shoulder day. And finally, there's this relapse day -- it's like we both go soft. I'll be curled up on the couch, watching a movie and he'll sit with me and we'll just watch it together. I usually end up leaning on him.
Near the end, he'll wrap his arms around me, kiss the top of my head and say goodnight before departing. Usually he'll say something along the lines of that's my boy.
A day of distance will go by, and then another passes before we're sitting on the patio, drinking cocoa and talking. Usually, he pisses me off with something he says. He'll ruin any nice part of it. He just does that.
But he always fixes it.
And then destroys it again.
What I say’s all that matters, didn’t you know? Aw. I bet it’s an awful photo of me, because you’re secretly fond of those, aren’t you?
You don’t need therapy, and if there’s any possible reason that you did, it’d be because of him—you should tell him that. Hell, I’ll tell him that. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of ritualistic dancing.
My Little Pony matters. It's actually probably the best picture I've ever taken of you -- but I'll admit, of the 10500 photos I have on my iPod, the awful ones are probably my favorite.
We should tell him that. It's not my fault the stars were in the proper alignment for making peace within myself and my loved ones. I was trying to help, not cry for it. But he's a dumbass and when I explained all of that he seemed to have been more convinced of it.
Sticking washable pony tattoos to my chest doesn’t make me a princess, Sky. But you can look at me, if you want to. Why was today bad, love?
Says you. That's good -- because I was lookin' at ya anyway. Phone wallpaper.
The same stuff. School and then home a little. My dad might be under the impression that I need therapy. I was messing around -- er, doing a ritualistic dance and he took it as a cry for help.
That impression is completely inaccurate, I don’t know what you mean. At all.
I mean, you're the most beautiful princess in all the land. And I want to see you. And I want to look at you. And I think you should let me look at you because today was bad.
Precisely. You are worth all of my brain power!
All of it?
By the way, Bonita says hi.
What made you go all enemy on the populars anyways?
They kind of went enemy on me.
Good. I’m currently using up all of my brain power.
Sending me the cuddles? You're so thoughtful.
Why’s that? Seems simple enough to me.
You're too beautiful to not look at. I look more attractive when I do my impression of your usual expression.
Oh.
Sometimes you think things will go together, and then they don’t.
Pickles and chocolate ice cream are some of those things.
That sounds delicious but my mind is deceiving me, it seems. Was it awful, then?
Feel free to get whatever kind of vibes you want, Skylar.
I do.
I’m going to need for you to not look at me, though.
You're asking too much of me.
That might have been me. I hate most people.
I'm getting bad vibes.
Kudos to you for already knowing the punchline to my joke!
I think we're meant to be friends.
I'm Sky.