ain’t shit casual bout the level of intimacy i like

sorry to interrupt your scrolling but, i hope life gets better for you.

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts

Surely THIS time when I get reassurance it will fix me and I will never need validation again!

not to flirt or anything, but i’d educate myself on your interests just so we could talk about them.

Fingering her with a mood ring on to find out if she’s mad at me

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

I should be able to stare at a mutuals's vent post so hard my eyes become lasers that beam comfort and reassurance and companionship and solidarity all the way through the phone screen to them

you can measure your dick against my face, by the way