#helll yeahhhh

[i-probably-sleep-too-much]

HELLO WIFE OMG GFNBJKNSFD YAE EXPY IN HSR LETS FUCKING GO

[chance-kisser-itrapped]

THE TEACHER SUPPOSED TO GIVE US A TEST ISN'T COMING TODAY AND I DIDN'T STUDY,, I THINK I GOT BLESSED

[thrassinthefeywild]

1000 likes!

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

My aunt got me a bunch of beads. We are so back

[lemonlinelights]

GHOSSSTFILLESSSS

[liebelesbe]

Hehe *sleeps until 3pm*

[caliginouscat]

SUPER PETS MOVIE!!!! SUPERPETS MOVIE!!!

[change-and-conviction]

I do a lot of writing in bed. In bed when the night casts its dark blanket and quiet buzz around the room. When resting my eyes feels like a lie someone told to stop my head working my hands. Where frogs keep croaking in response to the rustling leaves in dusk conversation. The time is slow and quiet in perception. Where it’s a crime to exist and there’s nothing to be said aloud. So I scribble a little quicker in messy markers. Pin the scraps to my wall and hope to god I can read what I meant in the sunlight.

Nighttime thoughts are not to be misinterpreted. And they must me heard or they won’t let you sleep.