you may ask yourself, what? and you may ask yourself, huh?????

im awfully pretentious for someone who knows nothing and does nothing. solution is to become someone who knows everything and does everything. because i am not getting off this high horse. im velcroed to the saddle. im fused to the horse.

when i say i want to see that blond man get tortured it's not because i'm attracted to blond men. it's because i believe you should be tortured for being blond

There’s a war in me every time you look away — because my instinct is to pull you back, to kiss the protest off your lips, to remind you that no one sees you like I do. And maybe that’s the danger: I see all of you. And I still want more.

do yall ever just… stop thinking and let yourself want something?

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